Doveva Yasmin Jewella lost her parents at a very young age. She has no memories of them, only the stories told by her uncle. Siya ang sinisisi-that was how some of her relatives saw her, blaming her for why her parents died so early. At such a young age, she remained in the province, helping around the family barn. Abused and humiliated, yet through it all, her heart never turned bitter, nor did she harbor resentment toward the relatives who mistreated her. Doveva had no one she could truly call her own, but she found happiness in school kahit hindi totoo ang pakikipagkaibigan ng ilan sa kanya. She was content with being included in short hangouts, fleeting moments that made her feel like she belonged, even just for a while. If anything, she felt blessed that Dastan noticed her. Isa lamang siyang tahimik na local driver, madalas nakikita sa bayan-simple, disente, at hindi palasalita. Walang engrandeng pangako ang dala ng kanyang ngiti, pero sapat na iyon para gumaan ang araw ni Doveva. Sa tuwing nagtatagpo ang mga mata nila, pakiramdam niya ay may taong tunay na nakakakita sa kanya. Magkaiba man ang mundo nila, his presence made her quiet life feel warmer, as if for once, she wasn't invisible at all.