Stamped with Love

Petra slumped in the bustling reception hall, sipping coffee while scrolling through her personal holo-screen, a translucent display that flickered above her palm, adjusting brightness based on her gaze. She was eyeing a pair of sneakers with lights that synced to any detected music beat, when suddenly, K.K. popped up, interrupting the view with cartoon eyes.

"Going to the party with new sneakers, huh?" K.K. teased, blinking in an exaggerated wink. "Trying to impress those friends you don’t have?"Petra groaned, rolling her eyes as she tried to swipe the AI off her screen. "Buzz off, I'm shopping. And I do have friends!"But the AI dodged her swipe with a smirk. "Just helping you find your style," it said. "Though I did check your budget. Currently at zero."

Then his eyes shifted to an absurd Renaissance getup, a long green colored dress with a fitted top and loose, flowing skirt that reaches the ankle and a long sleeves. "Look at this gem."

"What... is that?" Petra started, confused. "It says under here that it's a Clothes for costume party....?"

"This? This is what you'd wear if we were going to the Renaissance." Said the AI.

Petra laughed, swiping the outfit away. "You know, if we actually had a task to the Renaissance, I'd rater go in a burlap sack."
Just as she said it, the notification chimed.

NEW DELIVERY ASSIGNMENT: FLORENCE, ITALY. 1510 A.D.

Petra froze, her eyes widening as she started at the notification. K.K did the same with it two eyes wide on top of the screen and they shared a moment of stunned silence.

"You got that newbie?" Leo reminded Petra behind the counter when they too, the receptionist received the notification with a courier named being Petra J.

As Petra crossed the skybridge to the postal building, a girl burst through the doors, balancing an armful of clothes. She hurried over, calling out, "Are you Petra J?!" and tossed an elaborate gown and petticoats her way. "You're heading to the early 1500s! But what to wear..."Petra tilted her head, vaguely remembering the girl but unsure from where. She looked at the pile of clothes in horror. "All this for one letter?" 

The girl, Amy, opened her mouth to explain, but a man approached, cutting in. "This isn’t just any letter, it’s Latin poetry, going to a noblewoman whose curtains are probably fancier than these clothes," he remarked, mocking Amy's fashion choices.

Amy humph. "Do not underestimate the importance of fashion is in every era."

"My name is Aoi." He hand the letter to Petra. "I'm working as the letters translation to make sure it doesn't contain anything inappropriate or something that can cause a disaster to the future." He smirk. "I'm not sure if this guy's in love or just had too much wine."

She got half an hour to prepared, this time she won't be late like last time.

Petra tucks the letter into her satchel, but Amy quickly pulls her into the dressing room, where outfits and accessories hover above floating platforms. The clothes, crafted from advanced, weightless materials, shimmer with nano-fibers that adapt to temperature and comfort. As they approach, garments respond, lifting and rotating to display each angle. When selected, a piece gently detaches, ready to be worn or adjusted by voice command, making for a seamless, hands-free dressing experience in this sleek, futuristic space.

After what it feel like an eternity, Amy steps back with satisfied smile. "Perfect. Do not forget the curtsy."
Amy has added a few accessories to complete the look suitable for Petra's deep burgundy gown.
"This is going to be hilarious." Said K.K.
"Huh, what did you said?" Petra asking furiously.
"System error, cannot retrieved what had been said."

Petra waiting at the receptionist counter and not to her surprise, Leo had a great chuckled.
"1510 A.D huh? Well, have a good trip." He says transferring the data of the date and place to the watch.

Upon her arriving, in the middle of bustling moment full with joy and decoration around the town, she got bump by one of the people. "Ouh, sorry."
"Out of the way, girl!" One guest snapped.

Thou began her way to find the noblewoman, the recipient as she stepped in the grand hall “Sorry, just… passing through,” she muttered, edging past dancers and dodging waiters, 

As Petra tried to weave through the revelers, she almost tripped over a stray wine goblet, realizing she’d walked into a wedding. “A wedding, of all things?” she muttered. “Couldn’t this poet have picked a less dramatic day to profess undying love?”“I knew this would be hilarious,” K.K. muttered from Petra's watch under her gown sleeve as she tried to ignore the sea of nobles. “We’re here to find Lady Elena,” K.K. reminded.

“Got it!” Petra squinted at the guests. “The problem is, everyone here looks like they could be named Elena or like they’re trying to get married!”

At last, she managed to make her way to the bride, Lady Elena, who was seated on a small dais near her soon to be husband. The bride’s expression softened when she saw Petra and walk towards
"Are you lost young lady?"

Petra lifted her head looking at the graceful woman. " Are you... Lady Elana?"
The Lady nods
Petra pull out the letter from her bag. “Is that…” Lady Elena whispered, looking around nervously as Petra handed her the letter.

“Yes, milady,” Petra replied softly, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible amidst the festive chaos. “A letter from another time, it’s from… the poet.”

She reached for the letter with fingers that trembled ever so slightly, her face a careful mask even as her heart surely pounded beneath the delicate lace of her gown. She glanced around to ensure no one was watching, then delicately broke the seal.

Petra, unsure of what to do, tried to fade into the background, but her curiosity got the better of her, she couldn’t help but steal glances as Lady Elena read. The noblewoman’s eyes softened, a faint blush coloring her cheeks as she traced the lines of the poet’s script with a tenderness that hinted at a forbidden love. 

Out of the corner of her eye, Petra noticed the brooding fiancé watching Lady Elena from across the room, his frown deepening. Suspicion darkened his gaze as Lady Elena folded the letter into her lap, a wistful, sorrowful smile lingering on her lips.

Her fiancé walks towards them with frowning eyebrows.
"What's going on here?" The man asked.

Petra swallowed nervously, “I should… um, get going?”

Lady Elena caught Petra’s hand before she could slip away. “Wait!” she whispered, as if speaking too loudly might shatter the fragile dream of the poet’s love. She glanced at her fiancé. “Thank you so much.”Petra felt her heart sink. The letter was “stamped with love,” but it was a love confined to words on paper, she squeezed Lady Elena’s hand in sympathy, silently acknowledging the noblewoman’s bittersweet burden.

Petra leave them and back to the future with full thought of the bride earlier.
"You're back!" Amy greet her. "Tell me! What was the reaction on the recipient upon reading the love poem by the poet?" Amy asked excitedly.
"She doesn't look happy..."
"What do you mean?" Amy confused not expecting the answered.
"When I glanced back one last time. Lady Elena held the letter close to her heart, she gazed at the world around her, a world where her love could never truly exist..."

Amy, again, blink in confusion when she realized what is wrong. "Wait! You think the Lady married a man that she's not truly love?"

"Well.... Yes?"

Amy laugh before she look down to Petra's watch, specifically, to K.K.

"You don't tell her?"

"Tell me what?" Petra asked.

After Petra delivered the letter, Amy and Aoi sat down for a break.“I heard that poem was actually for Lady Elena before her marriage, right?” Amy asked.“Yeah,” Aoi replied. “It was given to Hyun, one of the couriers, while he was delivering a bunch of letters there. That man took the chance to have his poem sent as a wedding gift because, back then, he didn’t have anything else to give to his wife on their wedding day.”

"You saying that man was too embarrassed to give his own love poem himself to his lover?" Amy find it funny but also sweet.

"Correct."

"K.K should have received that information too, I thought he told you." Amy said.

"What the excuse that humans gave when in a situation like this?" He left a beep sound on the watch then come back with the excuse. "I forgot."

Meanwhile at the same time as the Renaissance era on a wedding day in Florence. 

“Is everything all right, Elena?” Her fiancé asked, concern after the delivery girl went away softening his otherwise stoic face. He look on the letter in her hands. The bride then quickly hide the content of the letter to her chest and let a playful smile.

"It's nothing."

For My Beloved Wife, Elena

Though time may turn and seasons change,
My soul, for you, will not estrange.
This vow I send from future’s shore,
To love you now and evermore.

If skies grow dark, if tempests rise,
Fear not, for still my heart complies,

With words unwritten yet known by heart,
In life, in death, we’ll not depart.