Under the cloak of darkness, the Azura Tree stood tall and imposing, its branches swaying gently in the night breeze. Beneath its ancient canopy, Airi and Yorokobi waited in silence, their hearts heavy with anticipation as they watched the moon cast its silver light upon the earth.

As the clock struck three, a sense of unease settled over them, a feeling of foreboding that lingered in the stillness of the night. Their eyes scanned the shadows, searching for any sign of movement, any hint of the presence they had summoned.

Suddenly, a rustling sound broke the silence, causing Airi and Yorokobi to tense with apprehension. A shadowy figure emerged from the darkness, its form shrouded in mystery as it approached the girls with cautious steps.

As the figure drew nearer, Airi's heart skipped a beat, her breath catching in her throat as she strained to discern its identity. With each step, the figure's features became clearer, until at last, it stood before them, bathed in the pale moonlight.

To their surprise and relief, the figure revealed itself to be Akio, his expression solemn yet determined as he gazed upon them with concern.

"Why have you summoned me here?" he inquired, his voice soft yet firm, his eyes probing theirs for answers.

Yorokobi's composure faltered as tears welled in her eyes, her emotions overwhelming her in the presence of her childhood friend. She struggled to find the words, her voice choked with emotion as she attempted to articulate the reason for their summons.

Unable to speak, Yorokobi looked to Airi for support, her gaze pleading for understanding. Airi, sensing her friend's distress, reached out and took her hand, offering her silent encouragement as they stood together beneath the Azura Tree.

Akio watched the scene unfold before him, his heart heavy with concern for his friends. He knew that whatever had prompted their late-night meeting must be of great importance, and he resolved to offer whatever support he could.

"Yoro," he said gently, his voice a soothing presence in the darkness. "Whatever it is, you can tell me. I'm here for you."

Yorokobi struggled to compose herself, her tears flowing freely now as she grappled with the weight of her emotions. Finally, summoning her courage, she spoke, her voice trembling yet determined.

As Yorokobi tearfully revealed the dire situation with Satorimu, Akio's expression darkened with concern and alarm. The news that his Primary Attendant had fallen under the sway of Bellisi sent a chill down his spine, filling him with a sense of urgency and dread.

Before Akio could process the full implications of Yorokobi's revelation, she collapsed to the ground, her tears mingling with the dew-kissed grass as she grappled with the weight of her emotions. Her mind raced with conflicting thoughts, torn between the desire to protect Akio from further harm and the need to reveal the truth about Ryuko's involvement.

Akio knelt beside Yorokobi, his heart heavy with worry as he gently reached out to comfort her. "Yoro, what's wrong?" he asked, his voice laced with concern as he searched her eyes for answers.

Yorokobi hesitated, her thoughts in turmoil as she debated whether to confide in Akio about Ryuko's betrayal. Before she could reach a decision, Akio pressed her for more information, his voice urgent yet gentle.

"What vow did Satorimu make?" he asked, his brow furrowed with concern as he sought to understand the gravity of the situation.

Airi, sensing Yorokobi's distress, stepped forward to offer her support, her voice steady despite the turmoil in her heart. "Satorimu vowed to become the Empress of the Blue Westerns, no matter the cost," she explained, her words weighted with sadness and regret. "She was willing to do anything, even if it meant... even if it meant harming others."

As the truth of Satorimu's vow sank in, Akio felt a surge of shock and disbelief wash over him, his mind reeling with the implications of her actions. He struggled to comprehend the depths of her desperation, the lengths to which she would go to achieve her ambitions.

Realization dawned on Akio as he recalled Satorimu's behavior earlier that morning, the subtle yet unmistakable signs of her possessiveness and aggression. A chill ran down his spine as he realized that her actions had been driven by a desire to mark him as her own, to assert her dominance over him in pursuit of her ruthless ambitions.

Stunned into silence, Akio could only stare in disbelief as the full extent of Satorimu's betrayal became clear. 

He looked upon Yorokobi and Airi, his heart heavy with sorrow, he knew that they would need each other more than ever as they faced the challenges that lay ahead.

As Akio departed to confront the looming threat of Bellisi, Yorokobi's gaze followed him until he disappeared from view. Turning to Airi, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears, she voiced her deepest concern. "Do you think Satorimu will be okay after all of this?" she asked, her voice tinged with worry.

Airi's expression softened as she considered Yorokobi's question, her reservations momentarily set aside in the face of their friend's uncertain fate. "As much as I hate to admit it," she began, her voice tinged with reluctant honesty, "I still wish for Satorimu's well-being. No one deserves to be under Bellisi's control."

Yorokobi's heart swelled with gratitude at Airi's unexpected admission, a sense of warmth flooding her chest. Despite their differences and past conflicts, she couldn't deny the bond that connected them, forged through shared experiences and moments of hardship.

"You're a better friend than Satorimu," Yorokobi whispered, her voice barely above a whisper as she met Airi's gaze with genuine affection.

Airi's eyes widened in shock at Yorokobi's heartfelt confession, her heart swelling with a mixture of surprise and gratitude. Without hesitation, she enveloped Yorokobi in a comforting embrace, their friendship strengthened by the trials they had endured together.

As they remained locked in their embrace, Yorokobi's voice quivered with emotion as she made a startling revelation. "You know, Airi," she began, her tone heavy with sadness, "lately, I've been more scared of Satorimu than ever before."

Airi's eyes widened in surprise at Yorokobi's confession, her brows furrowing with concern. "Even before her personality shift?" she inquired, her voice laced with disbelief.

Yorokobi nodded solemnly, her grip tightening around Airi as she recounted the unsettling experiences she had endured at Satorimu's hands before her descent into madness. "Yes," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "She used to have these... psychotic episodes."

Airi's breath caught in her throat as Yorokobi revealed the disturbing truth about Satorimu's past behavior. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice tinged with apprehension.

Yorokobi's gaze grew distant as she recalled the harrowing memories of Satorimu's erratic behavior. "She would... she would do things that made my blood run cold," she confessed, her voice trembling with the weight of her words.

"She once... she once threatened to harm herself if I didn't do what she wanted," Yorokobi continued, her voice shaking with emotion. "And there were times when she would fly into a rage for no reason at all, lashing out at anyone who dared to cross her path."

Airi's heart ached with sympathy for Yorokobi as she listened to her recount the traumas she had endured at the hands of their troubled friend. She couldn't begin to imagine the fear and uncertainty that must have plagued Yorokobi during those dark times.

"I had no idea," Airi murmured, her voice filled with regret. "I'm so sorry you had to go through that alone."

Yorokobi offered Airi a sad smile, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "But I'm just glad it's all almost behind us now."

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As Jasper and Onyx worked diligently to put the finishing touches on Stella's new dress, the atmosphere in the room was tense with palpable frustration. Stella couldn't shake off her sulky demeanor, still nursing a sense of resentment towards Carabeth for ruining the previous dress. However, she knew better than to voice her grievances aloud, especially considering Carabeth's status as her sister-in-law.

As she stood before the mirror, eyeing her reflection with a mixture of reluctance and admiration, Stella couldn't deny the beauty of the new dress. Its velvety texture hugged her figure in all the right places, and the golden thread embroidery of butterflies lent it an ethereal charm. Paired with the golden-red shoes and intricate golden jewelry, the ensemble exuded an aura of elegance and sophistication.

Despite her lingering annoyance towards Carabeth, Stella couldn't help but acknowledge that the dress did wonders for her complexion. The rich red hue seemed to complement her skin tone perfectly, casting a radiant glow that softened the edges of her sulky expression.

As she turned this way and that, examining herself from every angle, Stella couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement bubbling beneath the surface. Perhaps, she mused silently, this new dress was exactly what she needed to lift her spirits and embrace the festivities that lay ahead.

Jasper's demeanor remained composed as she called Stella over to try on the dress, her voice carrying a polite tone despite the subtle undertones of displeasure. Onyx, her brother and accomplice in the charade of civility, exited the room with a respectful bow, leaving Jasper alone with Stella.

As Jasper guided Stella into the dress, she maintained a polite demeanor, though her inner disdain simmered beneath the surface. "There we go, Stella. Let's get this fitted on you," she said, her tone sweetened with forced enthusiasm.

Stella smiled warmly, oblivious to any tension. "Thank you, Jasper. I'm so excited to see how it looks," she replied, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Jasper assisted Stella with the dress, her movements careful and precise as she adjusted the fabric. "You're going to look radiant in this," she commented, her words tinged with a hint of insincerity.

Stella laughed softly. "You always know how to make me feel special, Jasper," she said, flashing a grateful smile.

As Jasper made the final adjustments to the gown's train, she couldn't help but feel a surge of irritation at Stella's naivety. "There we are, all set," she declared, her voice tinged with false cheer as she opened the curtains.

Stella stepped out of the dressing room, her eyes widening in delight as she caught sight of herself in the mirror. "Oh, Jasper, it's perfect!" she exclaimed, twirling around to admire the dress from every angle.

Jasper forced a smile, her frustration bubbling just beneath the surface. "I'm glad you like it, Stella," she replied, her voice strained with effort. "You truly do look stunning."

As they left the room, Stella continued to chatter excitedly about the upcoming event, her enthusiasm undimmed by Jasper's thinly veiled irritation. Jasper, for her part, maintained her facade of politeness, though her patience wore increasingly thin with each passing moment.

Stella's heart sank as Onyx returned, his expression now etched with unmistakable disdain. She felt a pang of embarrassment and insecurity wash over her as she realized the cause of his reaction – her bare head.

She shifted uncomfortably under his scrutiny, suddenly hyper-aware of her appearance and the imperfections she perceived. The weight of Onyx's disapproving gaze felt suffocating, threatening to crush her already fragile confidence.

Unable to bear the tension any longer, Stella averted her eyes, feeling exposed and vulnerable in the presence of Onyx's judgment. She wished she could disappear, to escape the crushing weight of his disappointment.

As Onyx excused himself and walked out, leaving Stella alone in the room, her insecurity intensified. She couldn't shake the feeling that his disgusted reaction was a confirmation of her worst fears about her appearance. Doubt gnawed at her, whispering cruel taunts that echoed in the silence of the room.

"Why couldn't I have been more like Carabeth?" she thought bitterly, comparing herself unfavorably to her glamorous sister-in-law. The thought of Onyx finding her lacking in comparison only fueled her self-doubt, leaving her feeling small and insignificant.

Stella's heart skipped a beat as Onyx reentered the room, holding a ruby diadem in his hand. His earlier exit had left her feeling vulnerable, but now a glimmer of hope flickered to life within her. She watched him closely as he approached, his expression unreadable.

Onyx's words washed over her, a mixture of relief and surprise flooding her senses. The realization that he hadn't left because of her appearance lifted a weight from her shoulders. She listened intently as he explained his actions, feeling a sense of gratitude for his honesty.

As he placed the diadem on her head, Stella couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. The cool metal pressed against her skin, a stark contrast to the warmth of the room. She glanced at herself in the mirror, her reflection adorned with sparkling jewels.

A smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she met Onyx's gaze. The transformation was subtle but undeniable. At that moment, she felt like royalty, her insecurities fading into the background.

"Thank you, Onyx," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I feel like the Butterfly Queen of Night."

His smile widened at her words, a hint of pride shining in his eyes. Stella knew that she owed him a debt of gratitude for his kindness. Despite their differences, he had seen past her flaws and helped her shine.

As Carabeth entered the room, Stella's heart sank a little. She couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy as she took in Carabeth's sleek appearance. Dressed in a striking black cocktail gown adorned with silver studs, Carabeth exuded an air of confidence that Stella couldn't help but envy. Her silver accessories added a touch of elegance to her ensemble, and Stella couldn't deny that Carabeth looked stunning.

Carabeth's frown upon seeing Stella's outfit didn't go unnoticed. Stella braced herself for whatever criticism might come her way. When Carabeth finally spoke, her words were a mixed bag of approval and disdain.

"You look presentable enough," Carabeth remarked, her tone cool and indifferent.

Stella fought the urge to roll her eyes at the backhanded compliment. Instead, she plastered on a sarcastic smile and replied, "Why, thank you. You look lovely as well."

The tension between them was palpable, each word laced with unspoken resentment. Despite their efforts to maintain civility, it was clear that their relationship was strained at best. As they exchanged pleasantries, a silent battle raged beneath the surface, their rivalry simmering just below the facade of politeness.

Stella followed Carabeth's lead, silently trailing behind her as they made their way to the waiting car. The sleek vehicle exuded luxury, a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing within Stella's mind. As they settled into the plush seats, the atmosphere remained tense, the silence punctuated only by the soft clinking of champagne glasses.

Taking a sip of champagne, Carabeth finally broke the silence with a solemn instruction. "Stella," she began, her voice tinged with urgency, "you mustn't reveal anything about your memory loss. You must go along with whatever JD and the others say."

Stella's heart sank at the reminder of her forgotten past. She nodded wordlessly, understanding the gravity of Carabeth's words. Despite her confusion and frustration, she knew she had to play along, at least for now. 

Stella's frustration simmered as she watched Carabeth engrossed in her work, seemingly oblivious to the world around her. The pang of disappointment gnawed at Stella's heart, knowing that this day could have been an opportunity to bond with her future partner, yet she was left feeling abandoned in the company of a distant and aloof workaholic.

With a sigh, Stella accepted the file handed to her by Carabeth, her fingers tracing the edges as she flipped it open. As she perused the contents, her frustration ebbed slightly, replaced by a surge of curiosity. The file contained detailed information on the attendees of the Morning Soiree, each entry meticulously documented with names, affiliations, and other pertinent details.

Stella's brows furrowed as she scanned through the pages, her mind racing with questions. Why was Carabeth entrusting her with this information? And what significance did these attendees hold in the grand scheme of things? As she delved deeper into the file, she resolved to uncover the secrets hidden within its pages, determined to make sense of the enigma surrounding her new reality.

As the sleek car glided through the streets, Carabeth's fingers danced across her pager, her attention seemingly tethered to the digital world. Stella stole a glance at her, hoping for a moment of connection, but found only the cold glow of screens reflecting in Carabeth's eyes.

With a resigned sigh, Stella's gaze drifted to the passing scenery, the city lights painting streaks of color against the night sky. The tension in the air was palpable, thick with unspoken words and unfulfilled expectations.

"It'll help you keep up to date with all the people who'll be present," Carabeth finally spoke, her voice devoid of warmth as she gestured towards the file in Stella's hands.

Stella nodded gratefully, her lips curling into a polite smile. "Thank you," she murmured, hoping to bridge the growing chasm between them.

Carabeth rolled her eyes, a derisive scoff escaping her lips. "Don't thank me yet. You'll need all the help you can get," she quipped, her tone laced with thinly veiled contempt.

Stella's smile faltered, her heart sinking at the cutting remark. She bit her lip, swallowing the retort that threatened to spill from her lips, choosing instead to endure the verbal onslaught in silence.

As Carabeth continued her tirade, Stella's thoughts drifted elsewhere, finding solace in the promise of escape. Soon enough, the car slowed to a stop, and Stella's heart soared with relief at the sight of the gorgeous modern cottage that loomed before them.

With a silent prayer of thanks, Stella stepped out of the car, eager to leave behind the suffocating presence of Carabeth and embrace the sanctuary of solitude.

As Carabeth walked away, her dismissive silence echoing in the night air, Stella's frustration reached its boiling point. With a fierce grip, she seized a nearby pillow, its soft fabric offering a temporary outlet for her pent-up emotions. With each muffled scream into the cushion, Stella's insults for Carabeth danced on her tongue like flames eager to consume.

"Self-absorbed witch," she hissed, her voice barely contained within the confines of the pillow's embrace. "Arrogant know-it-all," she spat, her words dripping with venom. "Cold-hearted ice queen," she growled, each syllable laced with the bitterness of resentment.

After her storm of emotions had passed, Stella straightened herself, wiping away the remnants of her breakdown with a determined swipe of her hand. With a deep breath, she stepped out of the car, steeling herself for the challenges that lay ahead.

As she approached the cottage, a woman with a striking appearance greeted her at the door. Her slightly rounded face held high cheekbones and a well-defined jawline, framed by almond-shaped eyes that shimmered with a golden hue. A warm undertone graced her complexion, complemented by full lips and a nose of perfect proportion.

Dressed in a brilliant green skirt and blouse adorned with intricate designs, the woman exuded elegance and grace. Emerald jewelry adorned her neck and wrists, adding a touch of regal splendor to her ensemble.

"Welcome," she said, her voice like a gentle breeze on a summer's day. "I am honored to receive you. Please, come in."

Stella's eyes widened with realization as she recognized the woman before her as JD. "JD, it's lovely to see you," she said, a genuine smile gracing her lips as she extended her hand in greeting.

JD returned the smile warmly, her eyes crinkling at the corners with genuine delight. "Stella, dear, it's a pleasure to have you here," she replied, her voice as melodious as wind chimes on a summer's day. "I'm doing quite well, thank you for asking. And how are you?"

As they exchanged pleasantries, JD guided Stella through the cottage to the back garden, where a scene of enchanting beauty unfolded before them. Circular tables dotted the lush greenery, each adorned with delicate linens and sparkling tableware. The air was alive with the fragrant scent of flowers, and a gentle breeze rustled the leaves of nearby trees.

A pond shimmered in the distance, its surface reflecting the dappled sunlight like a mirror. Frogs croaked contentedly from its banks, while elegant swans glided gracefully through the water, their snowy plumage a stark contrast against the vibrant hues of the garden.

In the center of it all stood a charming gazebo, its intricate latticework adorned with trailing vines and blossoms. Beneath its sheltering canopy, a lavish spread of food awaited, a tantalizing array of colors and flavors to delight the senses.

Stella couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of it all as JD led her towards the gathering. This was a world far removed from the chaos of her own, a sanctuary of tranquility amidst the bustling city. And for a fleeting moment, she allowed herself to forget the troubles that awaited beyond these idyllic gardens.

Stella's gaze swept across the garden until it settled on Carabeth and her entourage, all adorned in outfits reminiscent of her own. A flicker of annoyance passed through her, but she quickly pushed it aside, determined not to let Carabeth ruin her evening.

Instead, she turned her attention to the group of women who called out to her, their vibrant attire drawing her in like a beacon of light amidst the sea of faces. With a bright smile, Stella made her way over to them, the warmth of their friendship easing the tension that had coiled in her chest.

"Bell, Hana, Bibi, Ginea!" Stella exclaimed, enveloping each of them in a hug as they welcomed her with open arms. "It's so wonderful to see you all. You look stunning!"

The women laughed and exchanged playful banter as they caught up on each other's lives. Stella felt a sense of belonging wash over her, a feeling she hadn't realized she'd been craving until this moment. Here, surrounded by friends who accepted her without question, she felt like she could finally let go of the weight that had been pressing down on her shoulders.

Bibi, dressed in her extravagant green gown, exclaims with enthusiasm as she approaches Stella, "Stella, darling! Isn't this dress just divine? It was inspired by your stunning look from last time's Night Soiree. You always know how to make an entrance!"

Hana, sporting her neon orange crop top dress, chimes in, her voice filled with excitement, "Stella, you look fabulous! I decided to channel your bold style from the South Anne's Beach Party. Your fashion sense is simply inspiring!"

Ginea, elegant in her pink gown that mirrors Stella's outfit, adds with a smile, "Stella, you're glowing today! I couldn't resist drawing inspiration from your ensemble. You always manage to strike the perfect balance between elegance and flair."

Bell, in her knee-length blue-green dress, nods in agreement, "Absolutely, Stella! Your fashion choices never fail to impress. I took cues from the conference where you and Inocencio announced your engagement. Your style is iconic!"

Stella feels overwhelmed by their kind words and gestures, touched that her friends would pay homage to her past outfits. With a warm smile, she thanks each of them, feeling a deep sense of gratitude for their friendship and support.

As they catch up on each other's lives, the conversation flows freely among Stella and her friends, each sharing their own joys and challenges.

Bell vents her frustration about her fiancée's continued meetings with his ex, Ari, who happens to be friends with Carabeth. "I swear, sometimes I feel like he's still hung up on her," she laments, shaking her head.

Ginea shares her excitement about opening another restaurant, this time in Stallcram. "I can't wait to bring our culinary magic to a new location! It's going to be a culinary adventure," she exclaims, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Hana surprises everyone with her announcement of both pregnancy and engagement. "I'm over the moon about starting a family with my fiancé. It's been a whirlwind, but I couldn't be happier," she says, her smile radiant with joy.

Bibi, however, reveals a more somber news. "I'm getting divorced," she admits, her tone tinged with sadness. "It's messy, and I'm afraid I'll lose half of everything I've worked so hard for," she confesses, her eyes reflecting her worries.

Despite the ups and downs, they celebrate each other's victories and offer comfort during the difficult moments. With glasses raised and hearts full, they toast to friendship, resilience, and the bonds that hold them together through thick and thin.