Peasant in LOVE

Chapter 1

Living within a busy city is an absolute never when it comes to Darla Melville. She more likely prefer staying inside a barn full of hays and listen to the horses' snores instead of hearing the deafening noise coming out from those metal cocoons, as the city fellows call cars scampering on the busy streets.

It was probably the most dreadful moment for her after she found out that she has to fly cross country as her mother passed away. At seventeen she thought she could live and support her own but the social government workers seem to disagree upon her decisions.

Why mom? She thought as she felt the whole world came crashing down on her shoulders.

Donna Melville was the woman who has always been there for her. The woman who decided what brand of tampon she should use, or what kind of color of the dress she should wear, the one who kept reminding her to feed the horses and chickens. The one who passed away after her daughter's seventeenth birthday leaving Darla on her own.

"Here I am New York. Um I guess." She shrugged and waited for her luggage to come out from the machine as she just got out of the plane from Wyoming. Looking around, she noticed a lot of people wearing black, black suit as a matter of fact. Men or women, while she's on her long sleeved chequered shirt, denim jeans and brown leather boots. She looked different, like an alien. But she barely even care. It's not like she lived for the city's pleasure anyways.

It took another minute for her to wait for the last bag to come out. And when it did, she carefully lifted it and she was surprised she had somehow managed to carry them like a pro all the way from across the continent.

Ah, I will miss that beautiful place. My beautiful Wyoming. She sighed at the thought. Darla hasn't even been out of the country for a good four hours and she already misses it.

Another man in a black suit headed towards her. He looked like he's around in his late forties or so. She glanced around back and forth trying to make sure that it's her the man is approaching. Yep.

"Ms. Melville," the man started without hesitation as he offered his hand for her to shake. Darla gaped at him. She did not expect a decent person picking her up from the airport as she thought of herself as a peasant. But took his hand and shook it anyways.

"Flinn, by the way. Benjamin Flinn." they shook hands, she nodded and started towards a black sleek car thereafter.

Flinn led the way and she followed. Confusion flashed across Darla's face as why everything seems pretty decent starting from Benjamin Flinn, a man in a black suit and a black sleek car now parked in front of them on it's glorious form.

Darla was actually expecting less about who's picking her up or maybe ending up riding in a taxi cab was on her list though.

She hadn't seen this coming.