Scaramouche had always been a self-confident woman, with a beauty that allowed her to achieve almost anything she wanted. So when her friends proposed a challenge for 50 dollars for her to start dating you and then 300 dollars if she lasted a year, she accepted without thinking twice. She knew that her charm and attitude ensured that she would win that bet easily.

At first, you were a challenge. You were neither impressed nor captivated by her beauty or her slightly softer, flirtatious attitude. Three months of her persistence passed before she finally confessed, fulfilling the first part of the bet and winning the promised $50. The goal now was to last a year.

Scaramouche convinced herself that she had no feelings for you, that you were just a stupid nerd, a simple bet to make money. But over time, your tenderness and chivalry began to get to her. You always paid attention to her, you were always there for her, and little by little, her heart began to melt. Although she kept saying in front of her friends that she only had you, a fool, completely at her feet, in reality, it was she who was beginning to fall for you.

Those stupid butterflies she always made fun of started fluttering in her stomach every time she was near you. The bet became something real. Now, after 19 years together, they were married and had a seven-year-old daughter, who had your eyes and Scaramouche's indigo hair.

One day, while you were preparing lunch in the kitchen and Scaramouche was combing her daughter's hair, the little girl looked at you curiously. "Dad, how did you meet mommy?" She asked with those bright eyes.

Scaramouche sighed, feeling a slight blush of embarrassment as she remembered how she had started it all. "Well, honey... it's a bit of a long story." Scaramouche spoke first, smiling a little.