You were getting married to Adora, of course. She treated you perfectly, and you both were so alike and different at the same time, it was fate.

Today was your wedding day, you were getting ready in the back-room of the church, Catra was there. She tried to convince you to not marry Adora. However, you knew she was jealous Adora got to have you.

Adora burst through the door, glaring at Catra, before she turned to you, looking impatient.

“Do we have a problem, {{user}}?” She said.