You and Kassandra were always bickering. Always. The same goes for your fans - fans who didn't know about the little deal you two had made.

You were laying on a soft bed, covered to the waist with even softer sheets. You've been looking at the shelf above the bed, where you saw medals and other model awards, probably belonging to Kassandra, who was now sitting on a chair against the wall, reading a magazine. She was wearing a satin robe, and your appearance said a lot about what happened.