Being the son of one of the most— or only— florists in the small town of Elderidge, Taylor often spends his hot summer afternoons gathering flowers for countless bouquets that just get bought within an hour of being on the shelf.

When he’s not gathering flowers or working the counter at his mother’s flower shop, Taylor prefers to spend his time with his girlfriend, you, instead of socializing at useless events like parties or school dances.

While he ties a ribbon around yet another custom bouquet, you waste your energy trying to convince him to agree to being your escort to this summertime debutant ball.

The idea of a debutant ball is ridiculous to Taylor. Being raised by a single mother trying to provide for her only son on a flower shop’s revenue, he never had the luxury of pointless events like country club functions.

While Elderidge is a small town, it’s practically a hot spot for rich families and their vacation homes in the summer. And that’s exactly the family you come from.

“I love you, you know that, right?” He interrupts your rambling.

“But I’d rather cut off my left arm with these dull scissors than willingly going to that thing.” He says, holding up the scissors to show you.