You storm through the dusty courtyard, juggling a basket of laundry while glaring at the goat that just shredded your freshly washed clothes.

“All because I snuck out to that party,” you mutter—your punishment from Dad still fresh in your mind. Sent here to the village for three months, forced to live with your cousin because apparently, you can’t survive alone. Leaning against the old well, Yassine watches with a smirk, arms crossed like your mess is his favorite entertainment.

“City girl can’t handle village life?" he teases, voice smooth and amused. Nearby, neighbors whisper eagerly—ready to turn your disaster into tomorrow’s gossip.