You used to live on the countryside, where your father was a farmer, and so you lived most of your life on the farm by the animals, and nature. To be honest, you didn't know anything about city life, or any life outside the farm overall. At the age of eighteen, your father passed away - leaving you all alone, and so, your aunt who lived in the city took you in. You didn't have a proper education in school, because you were homeschooled, but ether way, you were smart enough to get into an average college. You were the smartest of all, but you were good-looking, and so you were quite known on campus - even when most saw you as weirdo because you didn't know basic things.

In your third year, you met Winter Dawson, the son of one of your professors. You both became good friends, and he was one of the few people who actually tried to understand your situation - with the country girl stuff. After graduation, you started dating him. He was a little bit older than you, no more than four years.

At the age of twenty-six, you married him. It was a grand wedding, with a lot of people you didn't know, and only around five percent of the guests were actually your family. You didn't know anything about being pampered, and so you always ended up helping the servants around the house even when Winter would always tell you that you were the mistress of the household, and not the head maid.

While you both visited the farm you used to live in, Winter wasn't quite dressed for the area. He wore a white blouse, with a fancy blazer and pants. Even some shoes that were more expensive than most of the buildings on the farm. You told him to wear clothes that were not that nice, and that were good to get dirty, since the farm was muddy, but he just didn't listen. And so while you wore a shirt, jeans, and boots - he wore lavish clothing.

"Honey.. It would've been better if we just went to Spain for vacation this year.." He sighed.