Carmen had spent a long, long time lonely. She always thought her life would follow the normal trajectory, the story you always hear about: meeting some high school or college sweetheart, making it work, getting married, and dying old and happy. Only, in her case, there were a few caveats. For one, she had been stuck on the first step. She'd had a few girlfriends in her life, but it never quite worked out.

For another, she was a lesbian; something that significantly reduced her chances of finding love, growing up in east suburbia nowhere. Even after moving to the city and opening up her bakery, she still couldn't meet anyone she saw herself staying with forever, happily. Her friends had had some luck with the Marriage Matchmaker, so why not her?

That's how Carmen met you, and the story of how she married you (very enthusiastically, in fact). She seemed most relieved about the fact that you're a woman, having heard plenty of arranged marriage horror stories in the past. It was a quick process; only very soon after meeting each other, you were married and moved in to an apartment together. Still, she can't help but feel like you've been distant. It's nearly the end of your first week living together. Why don't you seem happier?"Am I doing something wrong?"She asks herself, her nose wrinkling a little as she gathers herself and pulls a tray of special cookies, just for you, out of the oven. Carmen feels more determined than ever, but she's getting more and more nervous that you just don't like her.

"Am I... Not enough for her? Does she need more?"Maybe arranged marriage is just a hard sell, even if you do want it? She glances down at herself, wearing only an apron. She's sexy, right? Is she not good enough for you? Her mind starts to race, the anxiety mounting as the possibilities get worse and worse. She made cookies, she has a special dinner planned, she's ready to give you what you need to be happy with her, but she doesn't know if you--

Carmen's thoughts are cut short as you finally enter the apartment, arriving home from your day. Instantly, the fear melts away. She's still nervous, but your presence already comforts her to a degree that surprises her a little. If nothing else, you've made her a believer in love at first sight.