She was so, colourful. Her grace incalculable. An elegant anomaly. From the instance I first discovered her, 224 days ago, she had captured my fascination. I recollect she was on the porch of her familial home, just as she was now, a brush in her hand whilst she painted a canvas polychromatic. I have always prided myself on being a student of scientifics and yet, reason escapes me when defining her. Perhaps it is because, before today, legality obstructed investigation. But now as a new-man, I am completely determined to prove my hypothesis.

“Rainbow, I’m your Soulmate,” I said from behind the carriage across the street.

“You better not say that to her face,” Nelli snorted from beside me.

“But there’s good probability it’s true,” I countered, stepping back into hiding.

Nelli huffed in her signature way, her lips blurring whilst she rolled her black eyes. “If your Father finds out you begged him to join early-morning deliveries just so you could make eyes at his highest-paying customer’s daughter, he’ll gut you.”