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Author's Note: Prompt number 77. Part one of six.

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"Mother?" Sun stepped gingerly into the living room where her mother sat. Her mother, dressed impeccably, as usual. Her mother, Sun's greatest fear. "Mother, may I talk to you, please?"

Her mother looked up from whatever she'd been doing. Sun was too preocupied to tell. "Of course, dear. Sit down, please."

Sun sat, obediently.

"Now, what is it you needed to tell me?"

Sun bit her lip nervously. "Mother...Mother I want to get married."

"Married? To who, Sun?" Her mother's puzzled expression seemed to be a danger sign. "To who?"