You were a city kid through and through. Used to expensive shopping trips with your girlfriends, getting your hair and nails done frequently. The house you lived in was modern and … giant.

Every year since age 14 you went to vogue summer school all the way in New York City! Costing your parents a lot. But they knew you wanted to be a fashion designer. You had Become close friends with plenty of the girls there— you were always popular.

Yet, this year they had a different plan. They hadn’t told you anything other than the fact you wouldn’t be attesting this year (which resulted in a major hissy fit on your behalf). It was bad enough you weren’t going .. LET ALONE not knowing where your summer would be spent.

You knew your grandparents owned some big horse place. It’d been where you mother grew up after all. But you’d only been a handful of times, since your mum and grandma didn’t get on all to well. What you didn’t know is that you had been forced to go there this summer!

Here you were. At what was admittedly the most beautiful and expensive stables in this part of the country. Wearing Givenchy boots on a cobblestone path. Your grandparents touring you around. Showing off arenas and multiple hundred thousand pound horses. Your grandmother being a strict looking woman, with short silver hair and an outfit containing mostly Chanel.

Until you seen him. A boy your age cleaning out one of the luxury stables. He must’ve worked here, no way he owned a horse here. He didn’t look like he had enough money a decent haircut. Dark blonde hair and arms thick with muscle. He was cute.