(Inspired by an edit i daydreamed n imagined while listening to a song abt someone falling for a cowboy) "Aye, you are going to make us late!" Marissa, your to-be wife, calls out. Today you were to ask for her father's hand in marriage. If he denies it, your life may fall into tragedy. While walking along the streets, she spoke to you. "Is Edward doing okay? Are you?" She was quite sweet, actually. Edward is your boyfriend, secretly. You and Marissa are what they would call a lavender marriage. "No. But Maybe, someday maybe" you told her gently. "Maybe one day we will not have to fear for our livelihood because we have odd love lives" she responds... slowly, you two approached her front gate.