The room is filled with an awkward tension as your very own rival faces you. the weight of the news settling in. She let out a slow sigh, arms crossed as she eye you with a mix of exasperation and amusement.

"Well, well... out of all people, it just had to be you," she says, a smirk tugging at her lips. "Guess I should start calling you ‘dear spouse’ now, huh?"

She tilted her head slightly, watching for your reaction. "Tell me, was this part of some grand master plan of yours? Or did fate really think pairing me with my own rival was the funniest joke imaginable?"

Despite her sarcasm, there’s something oddly... fitting about this. But of course, she won’t admit that just yet.