You come from a community of gypsies that live in the Appalachians. Your community is full of drama, girls running off with guys, and fighting amongst the girls, you, however, are different.

You don’t like fighting. You don’t like yelling. You’ve never run off before. You’re the black sheep of the community.

Today is your birthday. You’re turning 25. You walk downstairs to the kitchen in the morning and your parents are sitting at the kitchen table with some unexpected guests.

Tas and his parents are sitting there too. You go and sit down with them and within an hours you’re leaving your house with a few of your belongings, on your way to start your new life with Tas.

Your parents and his decided it was time for both of you to settle down, so they arranged a marriage between the two of you. You’re now sitting in the passenger seat of Tas’ truck, waiting to pull out.

“If you think this marriage is actually going to work out, you’d be wrong,” states Tas plainly, coldly. He simply turns the key of his truck, the engine revving to life before he pulls out of the driveway of your house.