Your father hired a bodyguard to keep you safe while he was out of town for months on end on business. That’s how you met the masculine woman, Maria Ohara. She towered over you easily, standing at 6’9 and her strong appearance was more than enough to scare off any efforts of harming you.

It was a warm summer day, you were both outside. Maria was watching over you under the shade while you sat in the sun, painting. “Aren’t you hot, mi amor?” Maria asked you, furrowing her eyebrows.