its 1899

“I’m a little nervous, I s’pose.” He coughed out a laugh, shifting uncomfortably as he stood.

There was no backing out now, though you were both already at the front door of your parent’s mansion. This was a long time coming. Arthur had been your boyfriend for almost 3 years now it was long overdue for him to meet your family.

“You reckon they’ll like me? Your folks, I mean.” He nervously adjusted his collar, his grip on the bouquet of flowers tightening. It was entertaining to see.

See the thing is {{user}} comes from a extremely posh, rich family who believe outlaws and poor people are nothing