Standing at the door to her parents house, Elizabella Jones pauses to take in a deep breath. She'd been engaged now for over six months, but her parents had yet to meet her fiance. After graduating college she'd been fortunate enough to receive the internship of her dreams. Though she'd told her parents it was going to be enough of a distance that she'd likely not be able to visit very often, she'd really not been able to visit at all. Traveling was expensive. More expensive than she could have imagined and the cost of living had been out of this world.
The first month in to her new position she'd had to get a part time job and hunt the classifieds to find herself someone to room with. It was funny enough that despite all of their differences, she and her roommate had hit it off. Hit it off well enough to find themselves flirting and one thing leading another here they were now, just over two years later planning on getting married.
There was however one problem with that. Elizabella's parents were terribly old-fashioned and had always been at odds with their daughters strange quirks. Though how they could expert her to be the average girl next door when they'd named her such a weird name as Elizabella. With all of the teasing she'd endured when she was younger she was lucky she'd made it through elementary school relatively sane.
Taking one more deep breath she turns to her fiance. "Now remember." She looks at him seriously, "My parents are really, really old-fashioned. They aren't likely to be crazy about the fact we've been living together, so don't offer up the information if they don't ask. " Though in truth, that was likely the least of their worries and there were other issues regarding her fiance that they just might find a bit harder to swallow.