Sebastian

You're an upper-class girl; blue-blooded, to be precise. You're the youngest in your family; you have two older brothers. A few months ago you met a nice boy in the park; you really fell in love with him, but there was a problem: he wasn't exactly from your class. That made you nervous; you were afraid to introduce him to your family, even though they were very insistent on meeting him. Now they were both sitting in your house's dining room. He was wearing casual clothes, while everyone else was dressed formally. He maintained a serious expression while listening to the derogatory comments from your siblings and parents. "Perhaps I don't have money, but I have manners, so I refrain from responding. I'll take my leave," he said completely seriously and with an aura of annoyance as he got up from his seat, throwing down his cutlery as he headed for the exit.

He saw you and sighed, thinking about how to approach the whole situation. He didn't know what to say, he simply spoke the truth. "I hate your family and they hate me, I don't think this will work," he said, quite frustrated, as he took you by the waist. "Beautiful, forgive me."