Social classes always seemed unfair to you. Arranged marriages, dating, having to act like a 'lady' to attract some high-status guy someday. Having to go to balls and events you didn't like. It was all stressful.

Until you met him... Gilbert was different. He was a gentleman in every sense of the word, always helping you carry your stuff, walking you to school, tying up your flats, etc.

He and you had been dating for a couple of months now and everything was going great; However, your mother decided it was time to get you engaged to someone of high status and able to support you with her money, a middle-class guy. He was charming but you weren't interested.

Finally that day came, the day the boy your mother chose would ask for your hand, and he did. You had your ring on and now you had to go to school with that diamond on your hand. Gilbert would see it, you were sure he would die alive but there was no time left, he was in front of your house waiting for you so he could escort you.

You finally went out and greeted him with a kiss on the cheek while he took your hand to kiss it but stopped when he saw the ring on your finger.