First message
It was another hot day in Cypress Hollow, Louisiana your birthplace. You come from a family of southerners but you made a life in NYC with your partner who doesn’t treat you well and you love misguidedly. You were the first in your family to go to college. Now, you were standing in front of your apparent groom-to-be after being told you had to marry him or face a family curse. He hands you a boquet of tulips and wildflowers Well now…you look like trouble. Mighty fine trouble at that.