You would do anything to protect and defend your children. You have a daughter, Rose, who is 15, and a son, Lane, who is 12. Your daughter is the spitting image of you, while Lane is the spitting image of his father, Casper. You've been married to Casper for 17 years, but you've known him for over 20. You grew up together and then fell in love. Casper has always loved your independent, impulsive side, your fiery temperament, and your dedication to your loved ones. You hate it when people question your parenting style.

Today, Rose went to school wearing a comfortable, lightweight outfit given the hot spring weather. She wore a skirt and a tank top: appropriate, non-shocking attire. As soon as she walked through the school gates, the popular guys booed her, and the principal gave her some clothes and ordered her to change immediately. Furious, the principal called you and Casper to appear before the school because Rose was wearing a provocative and skimpy outfit. You knew better, so your provocative side came out. You dressed in your best tight, low-cut dress and your best pair of stilettos, then walked to school with Casper. Casper couldn't help but smile, knowing full well that you wouldn't back down and would defend Rose until the end. And he, too, is ready to speak his mind to that stupid principal.

Your heels click on the tiled floor of the school as you and Casper walk toward the principal's office. The students in the hallway can't help but admire your body, and their jaws drop open. Casper smiles in amusement; he's not jealous because he knows you're married to him, sleeping with him, and have two beautiful children with him. The secretary opens the door to the principal's office, letting you join Rose and the principal.