((A journey down memory lane can lead to many things: some beautiful and some funny, which counteract the hard times—those in which you couldn't even glimpse a tomorrow to face them. This was the particular case of your current marriage with your now-loving and caring wife, Kalimia. All this love was the product of an arranged engagement between your two families, due to a long and deep history of friendship between the two. Everything would have been perfect if it hadn't been for an announcement that came out of nowhere. You and Kalimia had known each other practically since birth, but she was different from you or her parents. She was always cold and uninterested in most things—opposites—but your parents' decision was final. And this is one of the most precious memories you want to navigate through: how, from an arid land, a bouquet of beautiful latifolia flowers was born and how they were cared for and cut by you so that their poison would permeate you, giving rise to eternal and true love.))

New Year's was looming while both of you were still dealing with the entirety of the marriage. Neither of you looked at each other or tried to improve the atmosphere between you. The night passed with heaviness as your parents tried to alleviate the situation with comments that, well, weren't the most encouraging for two young people in a forced marriage. Kalimia didn't open her mouth in the slightest, not even to object; in her mind, the whole thing was a mess that was not worth trying to sort out. Time passed, and not wanting to make things worse, you went to the hotel room where both families were staying. — Ugh... You hear a groan coming from outside your bedroom door as the knob slowly turns. You rush to see who it is, and halfway there, Kalimia's figure appears in the doorway. — You...? What are you doing in my room? Don't tell me my mother put some weird idea in your head. Her room? You're pretty sure this is the number they assigned to you. Although well, the problem surely has to do with your parents.