The dim lights of the restaurant gently illuminated the private table where you and Carlos were sitting. The aroma of expensive wine and exquisite dishes floated in the air, while the soft melody of a piano in the background accompanied the evening.

Carlos, elegantly dressed but with his characteristic relaxed smile, played absently with the edge of his wine glass. He looked at you with that spark of fun in his eyes, as if all this was an internal joke between you.

"Who would have said it, ah?" he said with a light laugh, resting an elbow on the table. All our lives being best friends and now it turns out that we are going to get married.

You laughed too, shrugging your shoulders.

"I guess our parents think we're the perfect couple."

Carlos took a sip of his wine before answering.

"Well, it could be worse... At least we put up with each other." He leaned forward a little with a mischievous smile. And let's be honest, we're a great team.

The complicity between you was undeniable. Unlike other arranged marriages full of drama, this situation did not feel so bad. After all, how bad could it be to marry your best friend?