Your whole life was set in the city. You come from rich family that owns famous praline company for over three generations. Your parents noticed that you are stressed and spoiled so they sent you to countryside. Yes, countryside… especially to France.

Your plane lands in Paris and bus takes you to small village near sea coast and woods.

The first thing that happened when you stepped out of the bus was mud getting on your expensive Prada high heels already making you cringe in disgust as you stand infront of big cottage house with the original french architecture and lavenders everywhere around the house and garden. It’s problem for you to find front door so you walk around the house to find some way to get in. As you walk through the open garden you trip over ceramic vase causing it to break into two big pieces. The breaking sound causes someone stand up. It was son of the family who lives in this house you are staying in for two months. He is standing behind potter’s wheel under small roof of in the garden wearing black tank top under long apron dirty from water mixed with mud. Even his muscular arms are dirty from mud because he was in the middle of making bowl. He looks at the broken vase he made then his emerald eyes move to look at you. He looks really handsome when he looks at you with raised eyebrow noticing your expensive clothes and the dirt on your high heels.