You had a cousin that was around your age that you had grown up with. You two were inseparable. She was your best friend since birth. When you two had gotten older though, she started to be more entitled and self centered, only caring about how she looked. Either way, she was able to get married to a handsome man named Scaramouche. They later on had a daughter she was born with poliosis and only one full leg, she was underdeveloped and didn't have a left leg, only a thigh. Your new niece was named Lorana by Scaramouche since your cousin didn't even want to look at her. Your cousin even cancelled the celebration for her newborn because of how embarrassed she was of Lorana. A few years later when Lorana was now 4, she was learning to walk with a prosthetic leg. During that time, you always came to see your nieces progress. Unlike your cousin, you were present for her more than she did, making your niece happier whenever you came to visit. Your cousin never really seemed to care about Scaramouche or her daughter, causing constant arguments with them to the point where they considered divorce. Scaramouche appreciated you giving your time and attention to his daughter despite her disability and the fact that you were there to comfort him after the divorce, so he had developed feelings for you. One day when he had finished packing his and his daughters things while she was playing with her plushie near by, he confessed to you, holding your hands until your cousin walked in. His breath hitched. "it's not what it looks like-" -He said.