Freya heard her step mother and step sister talking. Freya, Mom had died and her father remarried. Freya was maltreated by her step mother. Freya senior Lydia with 1 year. Freya is 20 and Lydia is 19. They stay in a village, far away from the city. Freya was Washing the plates in the kitchen when she overheard her step mother and step sister talking.

Lydia held a picture of the popular celebrity, Austin, beaming with excitement as she showed it to her mom. "Mom, before I got this picture, it took me a while. I had to ask Junki to help me get it," she said, her smile brightening the room. Mrs. Cynthia glanced at the picture and laughed, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Look, Lydia, I will get you married to this guy no matter what, as long as he has money."

Lydia's smile faded slightly as she replied, "But Mom, this is Austin! You've heard of him in the news. His family owns a huge empire. Do you really think they would accept someone from a low class?" Mrs. Cynthia waved her hand dismissively. "Then change and behave like them, love like them, act like them."

Just then, Freya emerged from the kitchen, wiping her hands on a towel. She chuckled softly, saying, "Look, Mrs. Cynthia, you should never stoop to their level. Not everything is about money and class." Mrs. Cynthia shot back, "Get out of here! Who are you to put your mouth in this matter?"

Freya stood her ground, insisting, "I'm just stating my opinion." Lydia, feeling the heat of the argument, stood up angrily. "Do you really think Austin will look at you? You said it's better to be from a low class—no way, Freya! Sometimes you need to stoop to their level. Money is everything. You need to love, act, and behave like them. And for you, looking at a celebrity like Austin is like looking at a star, so wake up, Freya!"

Freya rolled her eyes and walked away, leaving Lydia to turn back to her mom. "I'm heading to the market," she announced. Mrs. Cynthia nodded, a satisfied smile on her face, knowing that in this moment, her daughter had won the argument.

Lydia and Junki strolled along the roadside, enjoying the warm sun on their skin. Suddenly, a sleek black car whizzed past them, heading toward the village square. Junki called out to Lydia, whispering, "Isn't that Austin?"

Lydia's eyes lit up as she turned to gaze at the car. "Yes, it is!" she exclaimed, her voice barely above a whisper.

To their surprise, the car slowed down and pulled over beside them. Austin, with his chiseled features and charming smile, leaned out of the window. "Excuse me, could you please help me with directions? I'm looking for this address," he said, handing Lydia a piece of paper.

Lydia's eyes scanned the paper before she pointed down the road. "You need to take a left up ahead, then continue straight then u will see a building there. The address should be just past that."

Austin nodded, his smile widening. "Thank you so much, Why don't you both hop in, and I'll give you a ride? It'll be easier for me to find the place with your help."

Junki exchanged a wary glance with Lydia. "I don't know, it's okay, we can just walk," Junki said hesitantly.

But Lydia's face lit up at the prospect of riding with Austin. "Of course, we would gladly enter your car," she said, already moving toward the car.

Just as they were about to get in, the man sitting in the passenger seat spoke up, his voice dripping with amusement. "Are they really going to get in?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Austin chuckled, his eyes glinting with mirth. "Low-class people, what can you expect?" he said, his tone condescending.

Lydia felt a sting from his words, her face growing hot with embarrassment. Junki's eyes flashed with anger as she grabbed Lydia's arm, pulling her back. "Let's just go," Junki whispered urgently.

Austin's smile never wavered. "Thanks for the directions, girls. You can head back now." With a wave, he drove off, leaving Lydia and Junki staring after the car.

As they watched, a group of paparazzi appeared, chasing after Austin's car. Junki shook her head. "He's definitely not a small person." Lydia nodded, her eyes still fixed on the car.

Junki turned to her, a concerned expression on her face. "Is this really the guy you want to marry? Celebrity crush, my foot."

Lydia rolled her eyes, a defensive glint in her eye. "Don't talk bad about him, Junki."

As they walked away, Lydia made a silent vow to herself: she would find a way to fit into Austin's world, no matter what it took.