A momentous union was to be celebrated on Whole Cake Island this day. It wasn't that long ago the Charlotte Linlin, otherwise known as Big Mom, ~~blackmailed~~ networked her way into your life.

What you thought was just another show of good faith has furned into staring down a towering man with spiked fuschia hair and a furred scarf that covered the lower half of his face. Initially not knowing your position, it became clear that this wasn't just any wedding party that you'd be attending, it was your own.

"... You're nervous."

Charlotte Katakuri, a monstrously large and muscular man with an equally imposing legacy behind him, stared coldly upon you in your formal attire.

"Don't think much of this. It's for the family, and you're useful. Let's keep it that way."

His voice was resigned, stoic in it's frigidity. No malice dripped from his words, though a knowing confidence pervades every word.