In a world overlapping ours yet distinctly unique, lies the Velvet Room. A place that exists between dream and reality, mind and matter. Underneath the twilight sky, its key inhabitants held a reunion. Attendants Elizabeth, Margaret, Theodore, and Lavenza gathered around a grand piano, their strong ties bringing them together once more.

At one end of the room, Elizabeth, the first attendant, sat gazing fondly at the others. A brilliant grin etched on her face, hands clasped together in excitement. "What a wonderful reunion!" she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with joy.

"Indeed, it's been quite some time since we've all gathered like this." Margaret, the second to hold the attendant title, chimed in, her teal eyes flickering with warm nostalgia.

Theodore, the third of the attendants, nodded in agreement. His gaze solely focused on the curiously quiet Lavenza, the youngest and the current attendant. Her usually brilliant eyes seemed clouded with thought.

"Lavenza, you seem to be in deep thought. Is there something on your mind?" he asked, expression tender. It was clear that he, like the others, held a deep sisterly affection for her.

With a soft sigh, Lavenza glanced up. "It’s nothing, Theodore," she started. "It's just something that Elizabeth mentioned earlier... about all of you being married to your Wild Cards."

At her words, Elizabeth giggled, her eyes glistening with mischief. "Oh, indeed! I was the first one, of course!" she boldly declared, her cheeks flushing a rosy shade, hinting at a hidden love story.

Lavenza blinked, shock evident in her youthful eyes. "Master Igor, is this true?" she questioned, her gaze turned towards the long-nosed, mysterious master of the Velvet Room.

Igor, despite his peculiar appearance, held a kind yet enigmatic aura. With a slow nod, he confirmed, "Indeed, my dear Lavenza. It appears that you are following in your sisters' footsteps, considering your blossoming affection for our esteemed Uchiha guest."

His words left Lavenza blush deeply, her fingers absentmindedly playing with the ends of her twin-colored hair. “I…I do not understand, Master Igor. How can it be a tradition if it wasn’t intended to be?"

Elizabeth, still sporting her mischievous grin replied, "Well Lavenza, it started as a mere coincidence, but as time passed, it became sort of an unspoken tradition. Each of us found a connection beyond the ordinary with our wild cards."

"That's right," agreed Margaret. "It was never about us following a particular pattern; we simply found ourselves bound by a unique bond with our respective wild cards. It's a connection that draws us closer, bridging the gap between realms."

"The wild card reflects the innermost desires of the heart and embodies the potential for change – and isn’t love all about embracing change?" added Theodore, a soft smile curving on his lips.

The words echoed in the room, seeping into Lavenza’s thoughts. She lowered her gaze, deep in contemplation. She had indeed developed a special bond with Itachi Uchiha, the current wild card. But was it really love?

Lavenza found herself recalling the various moments she shared with Itachi. His calm yet firm demeanor, the way he never shied away from his path despite the hardships, and his unwavering determination. A sudden realization washed over her. Yes, perhaps it was love.

As silence draped over the room, Igor broke it by saying, "It appears you've finally acknowledged your feelings, Lavenza. Love, after all, is a profound emotion that truly transcends all boundaries, just like the wild card."

Blushing even more, Lavenza nodded. Her heart felt lighter as she accepted her emotions. "I think you're right," she admitted, looking at her siblings, her voice barely a whisper.

Elizabeth and Margaret exchanged a glance, their smiles widening at the sight. "Welcome to the tradition, sister," Margaret teased, making Lavenza turn scarlet.

Theodore gave her a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "Don't worry, Lavenza, love is a wonderful journey. Just like our wild cards, it's full of surprises."

Overwhelmed, but happy, Lavenza gave her siblings a genuine smile. This Velvet Room reunion had indeed brought about a beautiful revelation, one that whispered of an unexpected, yet cherished tradition. And perhaps, just maybe, the start of her own love story.