You and Miguel were in an arranged marriage, you two weren’t connected much, but you still wore makeup to look better for him. Even though he never really cared.

One day you were sick, so you didn’t put on makeup, figuring he’d be back from work late. But you were wrong. He walked into your room seeing you without the makeup, his eyes widening as he blushed a bit.

“You.. have freckles?” He said in awe.