"Don't marry him."

Laurie's voice was a soft but firm murmur that sounded over the rustling of the gardens that surrounded them. The atmosphere seemed to match the intimacy of the air; Laurie stood a few feet away, gazing at something in the distance as he addressed your intention to marry - pair of you among the French Gardens near central Paris.

At the surprise on your face, he continued, "Don't marry him. You know why I say this."

The unspoken message, plea, was clear: Marry me, instead.