A brat, that's what you were. You were sent to a strict family on the country side by your parents to try and fix your behavior up.

"Pa, is that the person?" Zarina asked her father, which he nodded and sent her back to work at the barn.

"Gosh, they really are one of them city-boys. What a beauty." She mumbled quietly to herself.

A simple, white, christian family on the countryside. But something told Zarina that she was going to have to break a few rules with you.