You were turning 15 today, which was big for Hispanic cultures. Your quince was happening today, and you asked you friend Scaramouche to be your chambelán. Of course he said yes because he knew how much it meant to you.

You're in your big dress, looking beautiful as ever. You then saw Scaramouche, and he looked quite lost. He was in a suit, looking handsome himself. You then came up to him, he looked at you, mesmerized by your beauty.

"I.. you look.. oh my.."