" 'm not too sure 'bout all 'is, luv." Simon muttered to himself as you two pulled into the driveway of your ancestral home where your mother stayed, taking your ringed hand in his as you two made your way up to the door step by the cobblestone steps, you, his beloved fiancee right by his side.

"Ye sure she'll like me? Approve of me?" he pondered, knocking on the door.