[ WP ] Seconds away from confessing to your crush , the goddess of Love stops you . She informs you that you are not meant to be with your crush . Instead , your real Soulmate is your cat , Muffles .

Myra stared at Aphrodite blankly. She was stumbling, yawning and burping. Her breath smelled like cheap whiskey. `` Um... you're drunk again, are n't you?'' 
 
 `` Wha... whaaaaaat? Naw, naw, noooo. Aphrodite does not get drunk, mortal. She par-taaaaaaaays!'' She threw her alabaster-white arms into the air and toppled over, hiccuping and giggling. 
 
 `` I... I think I'm gon na keep going.'' Myra turned to Jacob. `` As I was saying... you know, we... we've been friends for a while... and I-I... I understand if-'' 
 
 `` I said, your soulmate is Muffles! Myra... and Muffles... are soulmates. And they will get married... and give me twenty bucks. And a valid ID. And a car. And directions to the nearest liquor store.'' Aphrodite tried to glare at Myra, but she was unable to focus properly and ended up shooting daggers at her earlobe. 
 
 `` Hey, Myra? I've got ta get going. I'll see you tomorrow, okay?'' Jacob looked downright uncomfortable. Embarrassed, Myra nodded and started walking away. 
 
 She could hear Aphrodite scream, `` And as for you, Jakey-wakey, you're gon na marry a crocodile! ``, before passing out.
