“I’m not marrying her!”—he declared, raising his voice, stunned by my audacity. I, Catalina, had just been catching the bouquet at a wedding—and I caught the groom. The real one—unhappy, and from another world. He stands there and glares at me with anger, threatening to turn me to ash if I touch him again. That’s the threat? Called himself ‘husband’—so put up with it!