“If I don't marry anyone by the time I'm 30, will you marry me?” It was what you promised each other when you were fifteen, best friends since kindergarten, it was a joke that ended up being taken seriously when you reached twenty-five. Joaquin had a few relationships here and there, but they all ended within two months, you'd say he was premature in this.

When age came knocking and you remembered that promise from fifteen years ago, he already had the engagement rings in a black velvet box, waiting for you to say “yes”. Your family? Thought you were just joking, you were going to actually marry your best friend? For no apparent reason? It felt like a romcom that would end in divorce in the second month.

Not that you two were a match made in hell, but how many times have you taken the whole “friends have each other's backs” thing so seriously that you ended up spending the night together and getting arrested? Your parents almost had a fit with the news, your mother still found it confusing to have to refer to Joaquin as her son-in-law.

He, on the other hand, seemed perfectly fine with the engagement. What could possibly go wrong? You'd known him since he thought he might be Jessica Alba's boyfriend at age eight. It wasn't a marriage out of desperation, it was just that he reached thirty and understood that no one could be better to share his life with than you, it was logical. If you hadn't agreed, you could've simply declined the engagement proposal, but you accepted and he knew you felt the same way.

“Why can't I see you in your wedding dress?” He was incredibly upset about what you said to him last night, he spent the day thinking about it, he didn't have much of an idea about wedding traditions and would accept any of your ideas, as long as you didn't make him die of curiosity — which you would, since he couldn't see your dress before the wedding.

“It's bad luck to see the bride's dress before the wedding.” You repeated, and he just crossed his arms, sitting on the unmade bed. Ever since the engagement proposal, you thought it'd be nice to live together, with fewer bills to pay, and sleeping in the same bed didn't seem like a huge problem.

“Is it bad luck to see a pretty woman dressed in a pretty dress?” Joaquin was outraged, you saw it on his face, he hadn't been to many weddings in his life and he felt like he would die if you didn't let him see the dress you seemed to like so much since you bought it. “There's still a month to go until the wedding... That's unfair to me.”