I was always a reserved type of girl. The kind that wouldn't really talk unless forced upon doing so. Studying was very important to me as well as remaining a good reputation. Most of my free time was spent reading, drawing, or teaching myself music.

I am 21 now and still living with my parents. Father quite enjoys my company, for him and I have similar interests. My mother, on the other hand, is trying her best to get me a husband. She constantly reminds me, "a woman must have a husband to take care of her." I'm not a fan of this concept of hers. All the men she invites to meet up with me are all the same. Too bland and seemingly too perfect.

I just want something....different. Then he came along.