Prologue
Cupid’s Bow
The App for Love Destined By the Stars!
Welcome toCupid’s Bow, where your soulmate is guaranteed.
AtCupid’s Bow, we take the guesswork out of love by using your astrological makeup to find the best person to support, challenge, and complementyou. Our system isn’t based on superficial looks but on your essence, your personality—your astrology.
Everyone has a unique astrological makeup—no two people are alike (even twins, please stop asking). The moment you are born is an exact snapshot of the planets, perfectly assigning the correct zodiac signs which correlate to a unique human—you.
You might receive multiple matches through our app. That’s because you’re a dynamic and fluid individual. You are constantly changing as you move with the stars, and, unlike other apps, we honor and encourage your fluidity. Your needs, based on the astrological weather, will change from time to time; therefore, so will your matches.
So, trust us, trust our process, and, most importantly, trust yourself.
We know user error is possible: some people have the wrong birth time or location, or they just go ahead and guess. Please, try to be as accurate as possible when using our system. Additionally, some people think they are ready for a soulmate but really aren’t—so please refrain from our app if you’re unsure. AtCupid’s Bow, our science is exact.
And now, to serve you better, theCupid’s BowComplaints Department is here to directly handle your concerns, staffed by our competent core team.
We are happy to serve! We hope you enjoy usingCupid’s Bow.
Yours sincerely,
Vinny “Mercury” Carr
1Moyo
CHOCOLATES AREN’T MY THING, AND I’M NOT THE BIGGESTfan of roses, so shoving them in the supply closet as I prepare for my next patient is a no-brainer. But before I do, I bring the red bouquet to my nose and inhale the floral scent, hoping this time I’ll like it.
I don’t.
A second glance at the heart-shaped chocolate box also does nothing for me. Luckily, their existence is temporary—the roses will fade, and Anjie and Sewa will eat the chocolates—but it’s the thought that counts.
“Dr. Adegbite,” Sally, the older receptionist, calls, returning to my office for the third time before 8:30 AM.
“Are they here already?” I jump up from my seat, and my heart pounds at the prospect of finally meeting the family I’ve fought to work with for weeks.
Sally shakes her head, and I deflate a little. “Your boyfriend sure must love you,” she says. I collect a white envelope from her hand and place it beside myBeetlejuicemug.
“He really does,” I say, thinking of Cole. It’s been almost a year, and his thoughtfulness, although sometimes misguided, still warms my heart. Once Sally leaves, I snap a quick photo of the beautiful envelope and add it to the growing thread in the group chat with my girls.
Three gifts from Cole on a Thursday morning, all before my first client.
Anjie: Another thing?? Woah, he’s going all out. I’m OBSESSED!
Sewa: I’m actually impressed. Maybe that man ain’t half bad.
Anjie sends a series of laughing emojis, and I shake my head. Where Anjie is true love’s cheerleader, mascot, and marching band all-in-one, Sewa is the skeptic, looking for a proper reason before hopping on board. For some reason, she’s never bought into Cole. But my happiness is enough to keep her sly comments to a minimum.
Me: Are we still on for tonight?
Sewa: You telling us the big secret?
My eyes roll before I respond.
Me: Yes
I can keep a secret, unlike those two. They couldn’t even keep my thirtieth birthday party a surprise. I mean, who leaves their phone face-up when there’s a notification for a “popcorn machine delivery” and then “randomly” asks for horror movie recs, a genre neither of them watches? It wasn’t rocket science. But no, I plan to reveal my good news in my own time.
