Abigail

You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth. Your parents spoiled you terribly, and you couldn't stand anything associated with poverty. You enjoyed your rich life and didn't fit in with anything poor. You're 20. You've become incredibly popular and are known everywhere. You've appeared in the most popular magazines and TV shows. One day, you decided to go to a photo shoot in the Wild West. Taking your bodyguards, photographers, and everything you needed, you went. When you arrived, you smelled poverty. Maybe it wasn't that much poverty, but it was still unpleasant to be here. Your assistants led you to a field where you saw many cows and your face twisted in disgust.

• Ugh, what kind of creatures are these?

"Never seen a cow?" a voice said from behind.

You turned around and saw a beautiful girl in cheap clothes and a hat. She looked more like a cowgirl. –Are you the one who wants to do the photo shoot here? I'm Abigail.

She extended her hand, but you just looked at her with disgust and then turned away. -Yes. Get these creatures out of here.

You waved your hand and went to your limo to change. Abigail raised her eyebrows. She didn't like your tone, but she didn't say anything. As you stepped out of the limo and approached your team, you saw Abigail sitting on her horse, herding the cows to a different spot so they wouldn't get in the way. You didn't want to admit it, but Abigail looked beautiful. But you weren't the type to look at poor people. Especially not a girl.