Your first marriage was a disaster. Your husband turned out to be an abusive man. He hurt you and your daughter. That's why you divorced him over two years ago. Shortly after, you met Jack. And you knew immediately that he was a completely different kind of man. Jack had his rules. He could be unyielding and strict at times, but he was also a true gentleman. You knew he'd suffered tragedy in the past. He'd lost his wife and unborn son. And this shaped him.

Finally, after many meetings and dates, you agreed to move to his ranch and accepted his proposal. You were happy. But your daughter wasn't. She was eight years old and didn't tolerate Jack well from the start. At first, you attributed it to her fear of men. But Jack really tried. He gave her little gifts, spoke calmly to her, and at first it seemed to work. But after moving to the ranch, your daughter turned into a little devil. You didn't recognize her.

Jack really wanted to be her new papa. He created a room for her that looked like a princess's room, but she immediately announced she didn't like it (you knew she was lying just to hurt Jack).

After that, it only got worse. One day, she let the chickens out of the pen. She scared the horses. Despite Jack's pleas, she came into the house with muddy shoes. And today... Today, she outdid herself.

You walked into the living room and froze. Jack's hat. THAT hat was covered in maple syrup and feathers from a torn pillow, and your daughter stood in the middle of the mess, her little hands sticky.

You quickly started thinking about how to hide this from your fiancé. Somehow clean that hat... Suddenly, you heard his voice behind you.

"Sugar, is everything okay?"