3 Months Later

Korra walked down the aisle with slow, trudging steps. The three months have been quite difficult, since all Lloyd thought she was interested in was his money. He even bought her an expensive house in the South Water Tribe. Of course though, she refused to even look at it. She doesn't even know how many rooms it has (though she should, since Lloyd kept bragging about the house).

Nonetheless, here she was, walking in a big poofy silk dress. Korra had a short veil with her hair up in a bun. Ladies even put make-up on her, which was to Korra's dismay very much. She, of course, felt very uncomfortable in her current state. She had never worn heels (or a big dress for the matter) in her life.

Korra hesitantly looked back at the seated guests. She saw Bolin, who was in a nice-ish tuxedo with a green bow, probably to represent his bending skill. Next to him was Asami. She wore a light purple dress that went up to her knees. Korra had to admit, she looked quite darn good in it. Just as Korra was about to turn back around to her fiancé, her eye caught a glimpse of Mako. Her eyes widened and saw that he was wearing a tuxedo too but instead of a tie or a bow, he simply wore his old red beaten scarf.

She finally got to the end of the aisle, looking straight into her fiancé's eyes. Korra then looked at the guests again, feeling an anxious stir in her stomach.

"Do you, Lloyd, take Korra as your wife?" (I know there's more words than that said but I'm too lazy to write them).

Lloyd didn't even blink when he nodded his head and said, "I do."

The preacher's face looked in Korra's direction. He started speaking but Korra's ears must've been filled with wax because she couldn't hear him. She noticed his lips stopped moving, and now was the decision.

"I..." Korra began, not sure what to answer. She looked at the guests again, and saw that Mako was looking at the ground, pretending to dust his feet or jacket. Korra didn't blame him, she didn't want to watch this either. She quickly looked back to Lloyd but she shut her eyes.

"I do," She said.

"You may kiss the bride!"

And, so they did. It was more of Lloyd's effort, of course. His lips were all chapped and even blistered. Korra departed her lips from his quickly and went off to dance away her thoughts.

Sweet jazz music tuned the wedding. As soon as Korra stepped on the dance floor, Lloyd asked for a dance. She had to say yes though, unfortunately.

Not soon after, Korra felt a man place a hand on her shoulder. When she looked over it was…Mako.

"Hey…uhm…is it alright if I talk to your…uhm…w-ife?" Mako stuttered a lot when he was nervous, obviously.

Lloyd smiled at him slightly. "Sure, go ahead."

"Mako…what are you doing here?" Korra asked. She was in no way mad, but she didn't think Lloyd would give him an invitation.

"I came to see your wedding, what else? Oh! And I got you something." Mako unwrapped his scarf from his neck and placed it in Korra's hands.

"I want you to…remember me. I doubt we'll ever see each other again." Mako said softly.

"M-ako…I…thank you so much…" Korra paused. "I just-"And before they both knew it, her eyes glowed whiter than the tundra snow.

"Korra…" Mako said, feeling uneasy about this. She used airbending to fly up in the air.

"KORRA!" Mako shouted in worry, but Lloyd walked up to him.

"I got this. She's my…" Lloyd paused and looked into Mako's eyes. "Wife."