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Shelly de Killer had never been to a wedding before. He was vaguely aware of how unusual that was, and he was sure he would be questioned for it if anyone knew it, but it was the plain truth.
The environment itself wasn't all that odd - it was, at heart, little more than a celebration much like the ones he had attended in the past. No, the foreignness came from the fact that he had simply been invited. That day, there would be no disguises to wear, no weapons to bear, no cleaning to be done - he was an innocent guest.
The strangest thing was that he had only met the Kitaki family once before. Apparently, that had been enough for the new head, a wide young man around his age (who bore a striking resemblance to an actor from a nice little film he had seen once), to take a liking to him. Caught up in wondering why, Shelly didn't notice the man himself and his new wife approaching.
"Something on your mind?" Winfred asked, his eyes peeking from underneath heavy eyebrows.
"Oh, nothing, Mr. Kitaki." Nothing he would like to share, anyway. He gave a smile to the wife, a lively round-faced girl. "And this is the lucky maiden, I see."
"Wahahah, what a gentleman! The name's Plum. And you must be that de Killer I've heard so much about!"
Shelly only gets out a vague "uh" before Winfred speaks up again, "You did a good job. Here's hoping we can count on you again."
Realisation suddenly dawns on him. "Ah, is that what you wished to discuss? With all due respect, I would have imagined you could wait until after the celebrations, but if you insist--"
The other man interrupts, stern. "What are you talking about?" A moment of silence that seems much longer for the assassin, and then - "You look like a man who's got his head in the right place. I want you to enjoy this wedding."
... If he insists.