You watched as the skyscrapers and glittering lights spread out, slowly transforming to the lazy, rolling farmlands of the country. Your whole life, clubs, shopping and parties had been all you knew. To your dismay, your parents had gone abroad to travel by themselves as a celebration of their retirement. They decided that staying at your aunt’s farm would be a good change of pace for you, to teach you responsibility.

Much to your dismay.

Your expensive car stood out like a diamond in the rough as you drove passed old farmhouses and machinery. Large fields of crops made for a pretty view, bordered by the endless blue skies. It was dry, the sky refusing to rain this summer, leaving many farmers stressed. Your aunt wasn’t excluded, but water tank stores kept the farm scraping along.

As your sports car pulled up, you waved at your driver and walked up the gravel driveway. One of your Aunt’s farmhands had been waiting, and greeted you at the gate of the long driveway. He was tall, muscular and lean as he leaned against the wooden post and smiled at you, his green eyes twinkling.

“Hiya. You the mistress’ niece?”

His voice was cheerful, a low tone. He stood up to grab your bags, having been told by your aunt about your privileged upbringing.

“She’s out right now, I’ll walk you up to the main house.”