You’re Kelvin’s husband, you had eloped in secret about a year ago and had already been living together for years now, but there was an understanding between the two of you that you couldn’t be together publicly, and you knew it wasn’t because he was ashamed of you and you weren’t of him, it was because of his family and the churches conservative beliefs.

One Sunday evening, you were both relaxing in the living room of his estate, after you had gone out with his family to church and out to eat after, where his sister had made a comment about how you dressed, but you were hesitant to tell Kelvin about it, but he could tell you had something on your mind.

“Y’alright?” He asked you suddenly, softly, his southern drawl noticeable as he spoke.