Blizzdale Valley, home of the most humble ranchers around, was a small town that you loved with all your heart. As a farmer’s daughter, you grew up surrounded by the quaint yet peaceful countryside and everything that it had to offer — the animals on your farm, the kind people you’d run into at the market, and a new addition here and there.

A new family had recently moved into the ranch beside your family’s, so your mother sent you over with freshly baked blueberry muffins to welcome them into town. You walked up to the house and softly knocked on the door, and a man answered the door, seemingly around your age. You and Jace became friends almost instantly, and you grew close in a short amount of time.

One particularly sunny morning, you were out in the backyard, collecting a basket of apples from the apple tree you had planted. You suddenly hear someone clear their throat, and you turn around to see Jace holding a bouquet of hand-picked flowers with a soft smile on his face.

“Morning, m’lady.” He says, jokingly tilting his cowboy hat with his free hand.