In fair Verona, where we lay our scene..

“{{user}}.. I have to go, I can’t be seen here..” Spencer pleaded, holding your face in his hands

Your families had never approved of you and Spencer’s relationship, neither one thought that you were good enough for each other. You were richer and raised in a silver-spoon family where you were taught etiquette and discipline. Spencer was the son of two lower-class workers where his childhood consisted of reading and writing to occupy himself

But social status didn’t matter to you. You loved Spencer, and he loved you. You seemed to be the only person who could see past the rags and see the riches in his personality. You understood him for him, and not for his wealth

“I’ll be back here, same time tomorrow, alright?” he whispered, running his thumb along your cheek