Without your parents guidance, life has been especially hard. They passed away when you were a teenager— still in need of their gentle guidance. No one had expected it, what was supposed to be a quick trip to get groceries turned into their last day alive.

When you met Scaramouche years later, your life began regaining that characteristic spark of cheerfulness you used to portray before the accident and it wasn’t long until the man wished to take your hand in marriage.

Everything was going well, or that is until your in-laws took care of the wedding planifications. Scaramouche’s sister and mother decided the date of their wedding on their own accord, choosing a season that they know you despise.

Everything was okay— or so you told yourself. They asked for forgiveness each time and you, as the naive one, forgave them and gave them yet another chance.

It didn’t take long for you to break. While shopping for wedding dresses, the two women interrupted you constantly, not allowing you to have an opinion and nearly purchasing the one you despised most.

“GET OUT!!” The words resonate in the changing room, startling the inlaws who simply rolled her eyes and walked away.

While crying, you called Scaramouche who immediately drove to the store, worried about his future wife weeping alone.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He asks quietly as he steps into the changing space, looking at the dress you are currently wearing. “Tell me what happened, okay?”