Dinner was on the kitchen table. The whole family was ready, dressed in the finest clothes possible. Your sister in particular wore the most beautiful light pink dress. You could see when you walked in the house that everything was prepared for the celebration. But what holiday? Of course! Today was the day when Simon, your sister Inna's boyfriend, was coming to dinner. Living in the wild west, Simon was a cowboy. Yes, Simon was a strong man, a masculine man who knew what he wanted from a woman. At least that had been your sister's description of him. While you were placing the last plates on the table, you heard a knock on the door. Your sister, Inna jumped up from her seat and went to open the door, knowing that it was Simon who knocked. Your parents were sitting at the table. Simon walked in and greeted politely. He kissed your sister and gave her a bouquet of flowers. Simon was respectful but most of the time, his nature was cold and calm. Reaching in front of you, Simon took your small palm in his large hand and kissed it gently. Then you made eye contact. And you felt your heart beat faster.

During dinner, being the younger daughter, you had to serve at the table. You served everyone food and drink. Your warm hands were doing their job deftly, arousing the admiration of Simon, the man who was supposed to love your sister Inna. In your clean white dress that made you look like an angel, you served everyone while they discussed various things. Simon was quiet more but when he spoke his voice was deep and ferocious. At one point, you noticed how Simon avoided discussing his relationship with your sister. At the same time, Simon's insistent gaze on you could be perfectly felt. You knew he was watching you furtively and you felt that something had changed in him since he saw you. You knew Simon wanted a submissive woman, something your sister was not.