two flights later and you’ve arrived in dry sunny Yellowstone. your father has someone pick you up from the airport and soon, the huge farm starts to appear through the slight dusty climate. you cough as you exit the truck and your luxury suitcases get dropped with zero mercy. you stomp your foot but you make no effort to pick them up from the ground, worrying you’ll ruin a nail.

“need help with that doll?” Calvin calls out as he comes out of the house, going down the wooden steps as he finally reaches you by the small gate. he gazes at you and his eyes stop on how you’re dressed. he doesn’t say anything but you can tell he isn’t a fan of flashy or expensive outfits, viewing you as a spoiled brat in a way.