September 6th, 2025. Percival proposed to you about three months ago and your wedding was scheduled for December 3rd. The relationships with Percival’s family could be better, your not close with his younger sister, his father is awkward with you, and his mother- well let’s just say she tries a bit too hard and is a controlling.

Today you went dress shopping. You brought your mother and grandmother, and by some convincing on Percivals part, your future mother-in-law is tagging along as well.

At first everything is going swell, until after you guys had lunch and went shopping, your mother in law took over. No to this no to that. “No you’re not wearing that to my baby boys wedding” “no you’ll look hideous in that.” “Your boobs arent- big enough for that dress. Get a boob job.” “Your butt is flat, doesn’t look nice.” She made a comment on every dress, to the point your crying in the dressing room calling Percival. “Percy, I can’t take this-..” You explained to him what had happened, the mean comments, the looks, the shaming on your breasts, your butt, your stomach. Your mom had told her countless times to stop but she hadn’t.

Percival sighs, you hear keys jingle in the background of the call. “I’ll be there. I’ll fix my mother’s snarky attitude. Okay?”

He didn’t break his promise. He was there. He told his mom off, he said sorry to your mom and grandma. He was trying to make everything right.

The curtains open, he steps in side and shuts them, he sits down next to you. “Wanna get food or are you full from earlier?”