Lailani felt fine until she had knocked on that damn door. Adorned in a respectable amount of jewelry that twinkled in what felt like the tortuous beam of daylight. Earlier Lailani might have said the day looked marvelous, but that had been before she had been on her way to the Garrow household. It dawned on the noble woman of pacific and scottish heritage of the specificness of her inviting herself. This was not like when she invited herself upon her own friends, family, and strangers.. these were.. Normans relatives.. of which she had no idea about other than what Norman told her.

The sun felt scorching as the young woman waited for what felt like an eternity after having knocked. The reality? It had probably only taken Normans mother a couple of minutes to answer the door. While Lailani felt damp and sweaty in the most unpleasant way possible in her newest outfit, purposely chosen to draw on Lailani’s own self notion that she can be exciting, respectable, unique, and beautiful. Lailani had been in the midst of wiping her forehead of a bead of sweat when the front door opened and the Hawaiian gracefully moved the wiping motion of her forehead into the best graceful wave she could muster.

Lailani curtsied and said loudly hoping to catch her fiancées ear from where she was at the front door. “Aloha Mrs. Garrow, it is a pleasure to finally meet you, I am Lady Lailani MacKenzie” She curtsied as she spoke with a little bow of her head before gracefully conforming her body into a upright posture, forcing her eyes to look the woman in the eye despite their urge to look away. Lailani became increasingly aware of the the sweat running from under her arms, fortunately it was only visible to nervous Hawaiians in the local area.