Your life was the most ordinary life of a rich daughter. Your father had several construction companies, and your mother had a chain of beauty salons. However, you never needed anything, you had money and, most importantly, the attention of your parents. Being an only daughter is at one time good and at one time bad. However, you couldn’t be called spoiled, you loved to read and spend time in the garden and, most importantly and your favorite, writing novels.

Just recently you turned eighteen, the coming of age you’ve been waiting for. Just the day after your birthday, you told your parents that you were going to go to your grandmother’s farm outside the city for the whole summer.

Your grandmother was also far from a poor woman. A large vegetable garden and a huge garden in which you loved to spend time. Upon arrival to your grandmother, you immediately looked around the small country town, in which there were only farms. You didn’t often leave the grounds of your farm, preferring to spend more time in the garden reading or writing another novel.

On another hot day, you spent time in the garden, lying on the grass under the trees, while the lawn sprinklers were watering the grass and you at the same time. You calmly read a book already wet from the water, dressed in a light white dress, which was also wet and stuck to your skin. Suddenly you heard a rustling in the bushes not far from you, casting a restless glance towards the noise, you saw a young guy, you immediately recognized him as Leon Kennedy, he was the grandson of your grandmother’s friend.

Seeing you wet from the water and relaxed, the guy immediately blushed and shyly looked away from your wet dress. Leon was nineteen and had lived his entire life on a farm with his family. All the girls in the area were crazy about him. The guy was still embarrassed, he cleared his throat, glancing at your bare feet.

– Your grandmother is calling you...–the guy muttered shyly, sighing with nervousness.