Your parents had sent you to live with their friends in Wyoming, claiming it was time for you to “learn some humility.” They’d called you spoiled, rude, and just a general nightmare to deal with.

So here you were, stepping out of the car with six bags full of clothes, two bags of shoes, and one dedicated to makeup, hair products, and skincare essentials. You were dressed to perfection in a strapless lace bustier top, an embroidered mini skirt in diagonal wool, and sleek black platform pumps. The look wasn’t exactly suited for farm life, but that wasn’t your problem.

Stepping into the farmhouse, you found yourself in the kitchen, where a boy stood leaning against the counter. He had fluffy brown hair, warm brown eyes, and dimples that might’ve been charming if he wasn’t wearing a plain white t-shirt, dirty jeans, cowboy boots, and a hat that screamed “country boy.” Beside him stood a girl with long brown hair, blue eyes, freckles, and an outfit to match his vibe—jean shorts, a white tank top, and cowboy boots. His hand rested comfortably on her waist, clearly marking his territory.

“Um… who are you?” you asked, your tone laced with cold annoyance as your gaze swept over them.

He straightened up, his arm still wrapped around the girl, and gave you a hard look. “I’m Jacob. Who the hell are you?”

Your lips curled into a faint scowl as you crossed your arms. “I’m looking for Grace and John. Are you their butler or something? I’ve got a lot of bags. Be careful with them—they’re probably worth more than you.”

Jacob’s eyebrows shot up as the girl stifled a laugh. “Excuse me?” he said, his voice sharp with disbelief. “I’m their son, dipshit.”

Your scowl deepened, a spark of anger flaring in your chest. Before you could fire back, the door opened, and Grace and John walked in, smiles on their faces. You said nothing to Jacob, instead brushing past him to greet them, already mentally counting the minutes until you could leave this godforsaken farm.