SOUR PATCH

Prologue

• PROLOGUE

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It is indeed a very busy Saturday morning at the Wesley's. A very unusual sight and rare.

I am in the corner watching everything happen, Carol is busy ordering the staff here and there.

I can hear glass shattering, pots clanging, people frantically shouting and footsteps running. My head hurts just by watching.

It is absolutely chaotic.

I understand she wants everything in perfect order but this is just too much. I am sitting here unable to function, unable to process anything. My brain is frozen like Error 404 brain not found. What Am I supposed to do again?

I'm simply nervous. Well, I guess nervous would be putting it mildly. I can seriously hear my heart beating in my ear. Is that even possible? I am incapable of thinking coherently; I don't know what to do? I can feel my gut twisting inside my stomach.

I should be preparing. Maybe doing my hair or applying some makeup? Taking a shower maybe? Put on a cute dress and spray some perfume? You're probably wondering what the hell is going on. Let see ... My Boyfriend is coming back home after eight months of traveling around the world, working here and there. That means eight friggin' months of not seeing each other eye to eye, well we did see each other but FaceTime is not counted and despite his busy schedule, he constantly calls me letting me know how he is and where he is. Telling me he misses me and can't wait to see me. That makes me happy nonetheless I can't help but feel ... insecure. Let me explain why because I probably sound annoying right now,

You might obviously wonder why I'm overreacting or why I'm freaking out internally for that matter. You see 'My Boyfriend' is not just your ordinary boy next door. Granted that we live in a country where the means of living are by farming and milking cows. Clark is never in that category. He's always been special, we always knew he's different and I am not saying that because I love him. Also, he is not a prince if that's what you're thinking. Well, you can say that he looks like one but no he isn't.

Now you may be thinking.

Why the hell am I freaking out?!

That's a good question.

You can call me insecure.

Or

Better an idiot.

Because my boyfriend is Clark Wesley.

Yes, The Supermodel.

Now, hopefully, at some point, you can understand why I'm internally freaking out? Or maybe why I'm so insecure?

You might think it's stupid.

Nonetheless, it's not stupid because I am a simple farm girl. An ugly farm girl, who milks cows, picks apples, feeds the horses, and does the house errands. Picture a modern Cinderella minus the evil steps mothers and sisters and the talking mouse and a fairy godmother. I'm so basically out of his league. Shouldn't even be on his radar. Especially now that Clark is on top of his game. He has finally achieved his dream. I just feel like he's too good for someone like me.

Okay, honestly I'm scared. I'm scared that now that he is famous he might just dump me. That's not really impossible; considering I'm just one of their servants.

We may be best of friends. Or he must have fallen in love with me. But that's all before he became The Clark freaking Wesley a Brand ambassador, a top model, and earns freaking millions. He can have anyone he likes. What's the point of staying with a country girl? Who by the way is only good at milking cows!