Chapter 7

Another Fall descends upon Forget-Me-Not Valley, announcing its arrival through the gentle cascade of crimson leaves and the crisp bite in the air, forewarning the impending Winter. In this serene corner of the world, the villagers are in the midst of preparations for the season's hibernation, retreating to their cozy homes centered around a warm hearth. However, life in the valley is anything but dormant, with activity buzzing, especially on Vesta's farm and Vale's ranch.

Vesta's farm transforms into a vibrant tapestry, each field a canvas of nature's artistry. Rows of tomatoes, plump and blushing with ripeness, await their harvest. Nestled beside them, strawberries, red as rubies and sweet as a lover's kiss, promise delectable cakes for winter celebrations. Nutrient-rich turnips and carrots, thick and robust, stand ready to fortify the villagers' meals with their earthy goodness. And, of course, the cherished yams, the valley's autumnal treasure, their orange flesh a beacon of comfort and sustenance.

In the heart of this agricultural haven, Vesta and Marlin toil with devotion, their hands moving rhythmically among the abundant crops. The sun casts long shadows as they coax the bounty from the earth, for they understand the vital role this harvest plays in nourishing the valley throughout the looming Winter. Their efforts ripple through the community, ensuring that the valley's hearths will stay warm and bellies full during the coming season of frost and snow.

Over at Vale's ranch, the cows are milked, their warm breath visible in the chilly morning air. The dairy hums with life as the cows provide the creamy lifeblood that will become cheese and butter, the valley's dietary staples. Vale's calloused hands expertly guide the process, ensuring each block of cheese bears the mark of quality expected from his ranch. While the villagers hunker down in their homes, they depend on this diligent work to fill their larders for the Winter. The quiet harmony of these farmsteads forms the lifeblood of the valley, a symphony of preparation for the approaching embrace of Winter.

Amidst the hustle and bustle of the season, life on Vale and Celia's ranch unfolds in a symphony of activity. The radiant energy of Toby, their young son, fills every corner with boundless vitality. With his bright eyes and laughter that rings like the sweetest of melodies, he trails behind his father, Vale, as if mirroring his every step.

Toby's small figure scampers about the ranch, full of pride as he observes his father's diligent work. He watches with rapt attention as Vale tends to the needs of their animals, a sense of wonderment sparkling in his eyes. This father-and-son duo, inseparable in their daily routines, is a heartwarming sight for all who witness it. The villagers often pause in their own chores, if only for a moment, to witness this touching display of familial love.

Vale, in his role as both a loving father and a dedicated rancher, imparts his wisdom to his young son. Toby absorbs every lesson like a sponge, eager to learn and grow in the footsteps of the man he admires most. Together, they nurture not only the land but also a bond that will stand the test of time, forging memories that will be treasured for generations to come.

In the midst of mid-Fall, Marlin wraps up his tasks on Vesta's farm, the toil of the harvest season leaving him weary yet fulfilled. As he completes the day's work, his thoughts stray toward the past, the memories of his own unrequited affections for Celia, and the life he leads beside his stern yet loving sister, Vesta.

With the work completed, he steps beneath the warm spray of a well-deserved shower, the feeling of the water washing away both sweat and sentiment. Marlin then dons his warmest attire, layering himself against the chilly air that sweeps through the village.

Stepping out of the cozy farmhouse, he inhales deeply, his lungs appreciating the crisp and clean air that envelopes the valley. Marlin's fragile health has always been a concern, but in this moment, beneath the vast, open sky, he feels invigorated and alive. The quiet village awaits, offering a sense of solace and a chance for reflection as he takes a leisurely stroll along its tranquil pathways.

As Marlin continues his stroll through the familiar valley, his thoughts are preoccupied by the memories and emotions he's been wrestling with for years. However, his peaceful contemplation is abruptly interrupted by something that strikes him as shocking.

Hiding discreetly behind the cover of trees and foliage, he spots Vale on the bridge, the very bridge that gracefully spans the river between Vesta's farm and Vale’s ranch. What baffles Marlin is not only Vale's presence but also the fact that he's not accompanied by his wife, Celia, but rather by Muffy.

From his concealed vantage point, Marlin can't decipher the words exchanged between them, but he observes with growing discomfort as they laugh and share a camaraderie that seems far too intimate for mere friends. The sight irritates him deeply, unsettling the fragile equilibrium he's tried so hard to maintain in light of Celia's choice to marry Vale.

Conflicted emotions churn within him as he watches, not fully understanding the situation but feeling an undeniable surge of anger and anxiety. He's determined to uncover the truth behind this perplexing scene, for the woman he loves might not be aware of what’s going on. Seeing Vale growing close to another in a way that Marlin cannot ignore troubles him deeply.

Vale and Muffy walk away, disappearing into the distance as they pass by the ranch. This provides Marlin with a perfect opportunity to head to the ranch and check on Celia. He knocks on the door, and Celia welcomes him warmly, her eyes reflecting the affection she holds for Vesta’s brother. He is invited in, and Celia, ever the gracious host, serves him some tea.

As Marlin sips on the steaming brew, Toby toddles up to him, his small face beaming with joy as he gleefully exclaims 'uncle.' Marlin can't help but break into a warm smile, his heart melting at the sight of Celia's son, with that adorable baby hat perched on his lap. It's moments like these that make him wish, even more intensely, that Toby was his son instead of Vale's.

As he sips his tea, Marlin asks, "so, where is Vale? I figured he would be working hard on the farm."

"I think he's roaming around the valley foraging for herbs and flowers," answers Celia casually, her gaze momentarily drifting to the window as if expecting Vale's return.

Marlin nods with a warm smile, masking the turmoil brewing beneath the surface. Inside his head, he's annoyed at Vale for spending time with Muffy in secret, yet worried that Celia doesn't know what her husband is up to. He continues to inquire, "has Vale been acting weird lately? You know, spending less time at home?"

Celia furrows her brow in thought, her fingers tracing the rim of her tea cup. After a moment's contemplation, she responds, "No, not really. He has been spending more time foraging since the start of the season, but nothing strange. Why do you ask?"

Marlin's mind churns with unspoken concerns. He can't bring himself to reveal his suspicions to his beloved sister, not without concrete evidence. Instead, he offers a reassuring smile. "Oh, no reason, Celia. Just making sure everything is alright. You know how protective I am of you and Toby."

Celia appreciates Marlin's concern, although she remains unaware of the storm of emotions swirling within him. She places a comforting hand on Marlin's, her eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Marlin. You've always been there for us, and I'm grateful for it."

Marlin returns her gaze with a reassuring nod, but deep inside, he resolves to uncover the truth about Vale's mysterious activities, for the sake of the woman he loves.

For the next few days, Marlin meticulously coordinates his daily routine on Vesta's farm to include discreet observation of Vale's activities. He blends seamlessly into the backdrop of Forget-Me-Not Valley, a quiet figure tending to the fields and working alongside his sister, all the while keeping a watchful eye on the man who married the woman he loves.

One sunny afternoon, Marlin spots Vale leaving the ranch, heading toward the Blue Bar. He plays it cool, maintaining his casual demeanor until Vale walks into the bar. Marlin follows suit, entering the establishment and taking a seat at the bar. With practiced ease, he orders a beer from Griffin, nodding in acknowledgment as he receives his drink.

As he sips his cold brew, Marlin keeps Vale in the corner of his eye, watching him intently in secret. His senses sharpen, and he becomes acutely aware of every movement and whispered conversation around him. It doesn't take long before Muffy approaches Vale, her voice hushed and her words meant only for Vale’s ears. Marlin pricks up his ears, straining to listen in on their exchange.

Though most of their conversation remains unintelligible amidst the lively chatter of the bar, two words stand out like beacons in the darkness of Marlin's suspicions: "dock" and "tomorrow." His eyes narrow with growing certainty that Vale may be planning to leave the valley for the day, perhaps with Muffy, in secret. The realization gnaws at Marlin, fanning the flames of his unease and confirming his growing suspicions.

The following day, Marlin approaches Vesta with a convincing façade of illness, his face bearing a pallor that suggests his health has taken a turn for the worse. With a weak tone, he explains that he's feeling unwell and requests a day off from farm duties. Vesta, ever the caring sister, agrees without hesitation, her concern for Marlin's well-being outweighing any inconvenience his absence may bring to the farm. She insists he take the day to rest, allowing the cool, fresh country air to work its soothing magic on his ailing health.

With Vesta's understanding and permission granted, Marlin sets his plan into motion. Disguised in attire that conceals his identity, he makes his way to the dock, where the boats patiently await their passengers. Clutching a camera tightly in his hand, he boards the boat and takes a seat, hidden in plain sight among the other travelers.

Marlin waits, his heart pounding with both anticipation and trepidation. He's grateful to find that Vale and Muffy have not boarded the boat yet. Anxiety courses through him as he finally watches Vale and Muffy board as well, a mix of curiosity and fear about what he might discover on this clandestine journey. As the boat finally starts to stir with activity, Marlin realizes that they are all headed to the city, the very place where he believes he will uncover the truth behind Vale and Muffy's mysterious connection.

Marlin, masterfully remaining incognito, trails Vale and Muffy through the bustling city streets, his camera poised to capture every moment. He had anticipated a simple date, perhaps a movie and a meal, but what he witnesses is nothing short of astonishing.

Their first stop is a quaint bakery, its glass window adorned with delectable cakes. Marlin peers in from a discreet distance, snapping photos as Muffy indulges in cake samples. The confections they inspect are not the typical size of cakes meant for everyday consumption but grand, multi-tiered creations. An icy shiver runs down Marlin's spine as he contemplates the implications.

Next, Vale and Muffy visit a florist, and Marlin discreetly photographs them selecting an assortment of flowers for a bouquet. His astonishment deepens as he observes Muffy practicing tossing the bouquet with a dreamy smile, as if rehearsing for a wedding ritual.

Their final destination sends shockwaves through Marlin's core. They enter a wedding boutique adorned with a multitude of long, frilly wedding dresses. Marlin gasps audibly, his breath catching in his throat, as he witnesses Vale and Muffy standing outside, seemingly contemplating wedding attire. The pieces of the puzzle align, forming a disheartening picture. It's not a mere date they are planning, but something far more significant. Marlin can't escape the dreadful conclusion that Vale and Muffy may be on the path to elopement, leaving Celia behind on the ranch.

As Marlin boards a different boat for the journey back to Forget-Me-Not Valley, he grapples with a heavy heart and a mind swirling with thoughts. The rhythmic hum of the boat's engine provides a backdrop to his contemplation, and the sea, once tranquil, now seems to mirror the turbulence within him.

His thoughts are consumed by Celia, the woman he's loved for so long. He envisions the moment he will have to tell her about what he witnessed – her husband, Vale, and Muffy's apparent plan to elope. The image of her heart breaking, the pain in her eyes as she comprehends the betrayal, haunts him.

Despite the anguish that the revelation will surely bring, Marlin is resolute in his determination to stand by her side. He understands that love is not just about the moments of joy, but also about the trials and tribulations it presents. The bond he shares with Celia, the years of friendship and affection, compel him to support her through this heart-wrenching ordeal.

The sun hangs low in the sky, casting a gentle, golden hue over the ranch as Marlin approaches Celia. The air is filled with an unspoken heaviness, a storm brewing within their hearts. Toby, blissfully unaware of the impending tempest, plays outside, his laughter and innocent giggles providing a stark contrast to the somber atmosphere within.

Marlin, with a heavy heart, takes a seat across from Celia. In his trembling hands, he holds the photographs he clandestinely captured in the city. As he lays them on the table before her, Celia's eyes lock onto the images, her heart pounding with a mix of dread and anticipation.

Tears well up in Celia's eyes, blurring the photographs before her. Her fingers quiver as she picks up one image after another, each revealing her husband, Vale, walking the city with Muffy, sharing what seems like intimate moments that her heart refuses to accept.

Shock and heartbreak converge upon Celia, and tears stream down her cheeks, falling like raindrops on the table. She doesn't need words or explanations; the images tell a story of their own. Celia makes the same painful assumptions Marlin had when he witnessed these moments.

Marlin's hand remains a gentle anchor on Celia's trembling one. His voice, though filled with sympathy, carries a steadiness that offers her a glimmer of hope amidst the despair. Celia looks up at him, her eyes brimming with tears, searching for answers she fears may not exist.

"What am I going to do?" she asks, her voice quivering with the weight of uncertainty. The future she once saw with Vale now appears fragile and uncertain. If Vale is indeed leaving her for Muffy in a sudden elopement, how will she manage the ranch and care for her son, Toby, all on her own?

Marlin meets her gaze with genuine concern. "I think you need to talk to Vale," he suggests gently. "I hope you can work it out. But if the worst happens, know that you're not alone. You can always come back home to the farm. Vesta and I will be here to help you raise Toby. I promise." His words carry a weight of reassurance, a lifeline offered to Celia in her time of need.

Marlin squeezes Celia's hand softly before rising from his seat. His presence, though a source of comfort, also serves as a reminder of the looming confrontation that awaits her. With a gentle pat on her shoulder, he assures her once more, "Take your time, Celia. I'll be back later. We'll figure this out together."

Leaving Celia alone with her thoughts and the photographs that have shattered her world, Marlin heads back to the farm. His heart is heavy with concern for Celia and Toby, but he knows that the space and time alone can often be the salve for wounded hearts. He hopes that she'll find the strength and clarity she needs to confront Vale and uncover the truth.

As he walks through the lush green fields of Vesta's farm, Marlin reflects on the twists and turns life can take. It's a reminder that even in the tranquil and idyllic Forget-Me-Not Valley, secrets and heartaches can fester. But he's determined to stand by Celia's side, no matter what the future holds, and help her navigate the challenges that lie ahead.

Alone at the table, Celia clutches the photographs, her tears smudging the images of her husband and Muffy. Her heart feels like a fragile porcelain vase, shattered into countless pieces. She gazes out of the window, the valley's beauty a stark contrast to the storm inside her. She wonders how she could have missed the signs, how her trust in Vale might have been misplaced. Anxiety gnaws at her as she contemplates the impending conversation with her husband.

The photographs cast a shadow over her dreams of a peaceful life in Forget-Me-Not Valley. Her emotions are a turbulent sea, uncertainty crashing against the shores of her love for Vale. She knows that their relationship now stands at a crossroads, and she must confront him to unravel the truth. Deep down, she hopes for an explanation that would mend their bond, but her heart aches with the fear of what she might discover when she confronts Vale about his mysterious escapades.

Several hours pass before Vale's footsteps echo through the quiet house. The warmth of the afternoon sunlight spills in as he enters, his rucksack heavy with the bounty of the day's harvest—flowers and herbs that would soon find their place in Forget-Me-Not Valley. "Celia, I'm home!" he calls out with a voice that usually brings cheer to their dwelling.

Yet today, the house remains eerily quiet, save for the playful sounds of their son echoing from the room. A knot of unease forms in Vale's chest as he traverses the familiar path to the kitchen. There, he finds Celia, her heartbreak palpable, her eyes avoiding his gaze, trained instead on the photographs strewn haphazardly across the table.

Concern etches deep lines onto his face as he approaches her, his voice gentle and brimming with worry. "Celia, what's wrong?" he inquires, though his words are met with the same ominous silence that seems to have gripped their home.

It's the photographs that draw Vale's attention next—a collection of moments he can't quite comprehend. He lifts them carefully, his eyes flicking over the images of himself and Muffy. There they are, amidst flowers, cakes, and wedding dresses. His voice trembles with disbelief as he asks, "What is this? How did you get these?"

Celia inhales a shuddering breath, gathering her strength before posing the question that haunts her. "Vale, what did I do wrong?"

Her words hang heavily in the air, laden with the weight of her anguish. Vale, still grappling with the surreal scene before him, can only respond with confusion, his voice pleading, "What are you talking about?"

Celia turns her gaze away, her voice trembling as she voices the fears that have plagued her heart. "Are you leaving me? Are you running away with Muffy? Please tell me the truth."

Vale's shock is palpable, his features contorted in genuine disbelief. "With Muffy?" he exclaims, his voice laced with astonishment. "I don't know what's going on, but there seems to be a huge misunderstanding!"

Desperation fills Celia's eyes as she looks up at her husband, her voice a fragile whisper. "Misunderstanding? What do you mean?"

From his pocket, Vale retrieves a stack of envelopes, their edges worn from his constant handling. Delicately, he selects one and extends it towards Celia. She accepts it with trembling hands, her heart pounding with a mixture of fear and anticipation. The envelope crinkles as she unfolds it, her eyes scanning the contents with fervent hope. Within its confines lies the truth she so desperately seeks—an invitation to the forthcoming wedding between Muffy and Griffin.

As the reality of the invitation washes over her, Vale takes a seat opposite her, his eyes filled with understanding and empathy. He begins to unravel the perplexing tangle of secrets and silence that has strangled the harmony between them. "Celia, nothing is going on between me and Muffy," he asserts gently. "Last season, I found Muffy pretty upset at the bridge. We started talking, and she told in me that she had once again got rejected by some guy she dated back in her hometown. I tried to console her, telling her that love would find its way to her heart soon enough."

He pauses, casting his gaze down for a moment before continuing, his voice touched with sincerity. "Then, after about a week, she appeared at the bridge once again, but this time she had great news to share. Griffin, unable to bear the sight of her heartache, had proposed to her. She then asked for my help in planning their wedding, but she had a unique request—that it remain a secret from the village, a surprise."

Celia, her eyes shimmering with relief, ventures a question, her voice still laden with uncertainty. "Why you, Vale?"

A tender smile graces Vale's features as he replies, "Muffy and I share a hometown, the city. Perhaps because of this connection, she chose me to fulfill her wish—to walk her down the aisle and give her away at her wedding to Griffin."

With the weight of misunderstanding and suspicion finally lifted, Celia and Vale leave their home together, their steps lighter and hearts more at ease. They make their way across the bridge to Vesta's farm, where the ever-watchful guardian of Celia's heart awaits.

Upon their arrival, Vale and Celia explains the details of what really happened between Vale and Muffy. Marlin’s eyes, filled with regret, meet Celia's, and he begins, "Celia, Vale, I owe you both an apology. I let my doubts cloud my judgment, and for that, I'm deeply sorry."

Celia, her heart warmed by Marlin's sincerity, forgives him with a gracious nod. Vale, too, offers a forgiving smile, understanding the depth of Marlin's concern for his sister.

Marlin, determined to make amends, addresses Vale directly. "Vale," he begins, his voice carrying a sense of humility, "I know I've caused unnecessary trouble for you both. But if there's one thing I want to ask of you, it's to promise me that you'll love and cherish Celia with all your heart."

Vale, moved by the sincerity in Marlin's voice and his genuine concern for Celia, nods solemnly. "I promise, Marlin," he declares, his eyes locked onto Celia's, filled with love and assurance. "I'll always love and cherish her, for she's the love of my life."

With their hearts now in harmony, the three of them stand amidst the serene beauty of the valley, knowing that misunderstandings and doubts have been replaced by trust, love, and the promise of a brighter future together.

As Winter slowly yields towards Spring, preparations for Muffy and Griffin's wedding are in full swing. The cheerful couple embarks on a journey across the valley, distributing their wedding invitations with smiles and laughter. When they reach Vale and Celia's home, they graciously accept their invitations, though the surprise in their eyes is merely a well-played act. Muffy exchanges a knowing wink with Vale, reminding him of the promise he made to walk her down the aisle, and Vale winks back in silent agreement.

Finally, the long-awaited Spring arrives, and the charming church in Mineral Town is once again filled with the villagers of Forget-Me-Not Valley, gathering to witness the union of Muffy and Griffin. As the groom stands at the altar, anticipation fills the air, and the grand doors swing open to reveal Muffy in a resplendent wedding dress, escorted by Vale. The sight of her takes everyone's breath away, and a round of applause ripples through the congregation.

As Muffy walks towards her future husband, she whispers the words “thank you” to Vale for making her dreams come true. Muffy then places her hand in Griffin's, and Vale gives her away with a beaming smile. Vows are exchanged, rings are slipped onto fingers, and the couple seal their love with a tender, heartfelt kiss. The villagers erupt in joyous applause as Muffy and Griffin are officially pronounced as husband and wife.

Exiting the church, Muffy and Griffin are greeted by the warm cheers of the Mineral Town residents, a testament to the happiness they've found together. Muffy, caught up in the whirlwind of her dreams come true, tosses her bouquet into the crowd, a symbol of hope and love, praying that the lucky recipient will find her own love story, just as beautiful and heartwarming as the one that has unfolded in the valley.