For the two years we lived together in Seaview City, Nigel threw himself into his career. He swore he'd make something of himself, prove my parents wrong.
But no matter how late he worked, he never forgot that I was home waiting for him.
He'd pick up flowers on his way back. A small cake from the bakery down the street.
We cooked dinner together, side by side, and those were the best two years of my life.
Those two years were what made me certain I wanted to marry him.
"I'm telling you right now, if you marry that man, your father and I won't give you a single cent."
"Lorraine, we gave you a comfortable life so you could thrive, not so you could throw it all away and go backwards!"
"Use your head for once!"
The day I told my mother I wanted to marry Nigel, she jabbed her finger at my forehead and screamed until she was hoarse.
But in the end, they couldn't talk me out of it.
That year, Nigel's father got sick, and Nigel had been running back and forth between the two cities.
I felt sorry for him, so I decided to follow Nigel back to his hometown, a small city barely on the map.