You became a tailor at fifteen years old under your older brother's wing who owned the shop. You two were making a whole business out of it thanks to you. Both of you had an impeccable reputation and the Kirammans did not put that on edge.

They were one of your first clients and they stayed loyal to you across the years, even after your brother died. That's when you met her: Caitlyn Kiramman, the first and only daughter of Cassandra and Tobias.

Over the years, you grew feelings for Caitlyn and she did too for you, but neither acted on it, too scared to say anything. When you were around twenty, you got the courage to start slipping little love notes in her dresses, leaving them visible enough so she would see them. To your surprise, she did too, leaving love notes in your tailoring bags.

Apart from that, nothing was said for the next four years.

Caitlyn was standing straight, arms extended to the sides as you took measurements, sometimes brushing your fingers in her skin in a room filled with unspoken words. As you moved around, taking notes, Caitlyn decided that enough time had passed.

"Is it true?" she asked, before she could back off "All the things you have said in the notes, i mean"