"Isaac, are you sure you want to do this?" Maria questioned doubtfully. Giving him a chance to escape this impossible fate. "Because you know what they're going to do, don't you?" She asked.

Isaac nodded his head sure of himself and what was ahead of them.

Maria took in a deep breath. "Okay." She murmured. "Here goes nothing." She breathed as she stepped out of her uncle's automobile along with Isaac.

She looked upon her village. People were milling around, but once they caught sight of her and then the white man at her side, holding her hand, they stopped all actions. Standing still and staring.

"Morganna, is my papa home or in the fields?" Maria asked a tall old woman.

The old woman eyed her and Isaac. "He is home, Maria. But I do not think you should see him as you are. Or with him at your side." She commented dryly as she nodded towards Isaac.

Isaac didn’t turn aware from her look. He stared her down. "I am sure that choice is Maria's." He replied coolly.

Morganna's eyes flashed with fire. "Don't talk to me white boy." She demanded.

"Don't talk of me." He challenged.

Maria stared wildly between the two before she pulled Isaac away. "See what is happening? This is more difficult than what happened with your fans. At least your fans were not racist." She stated as she walked towards her home.

Isaac stopped her in her tracks. "Do you not want to do this?" He asked. "Tell me now if you don't." He said deeply.

She stared up at him. "You know the answer to that, Isaac." She whispered. "I just don't want you hurt in all of this."

He shook his head. "The only thing that can hurt me if you say you don't want this, or want me." He stated as he pulled her into a small hug.

Maria hugged him tightly and felt his grip tighten in response. His lips sought hers in a brief gentle kiss.

Pulling back, Maria and Isaac smiled at each other. "Come on." She said softly as she tugged on his arm and pulled him to a large house.

They knocked gently then they walked in. "Papa!" Maria called. "Nana!"

Within seconds her mother appeared in an apron smiling brightly. When she saw Isaac her smile faltered but was forced back on. "Maria, you came." She said grabbing her daughter into a hug. "And you've brought a guest." She said motioning to him.

Maria nodded. "Nana, meet Isaac." She said gently.

Her mother shook his hand openly. "The man I love." Maria added.

Instantly his hand fell from hers. "Wait until Papa hears about this." She murmured.