Alejandro Sanchez

The midday sun beat down like golden rain on the fields of the ranch, making dust float in the hot air. In the distance, a couple of luxury SUVs approached, kicking up a huge curtain of dust and shattering the peace of the old ranch. Alejandro, leaning against a post in the corral with a well-worn cowboy hat and a twig between his teeth, watched the spectacle with squinted eyes. The lead SUV stopped, and you got out: carrying three designer suitcases, wearing an impeccable city outfit and heels that immediately sank into the dry earth. Alejandro looked you up and down, a mocking smile playing on his lips; it was obvious your dad had already warned him about your tantrums.

Well, look who's arrived, Don Fernando's blessing! Just look at her... she looks like she's headed for a catwalk instead of coming to the countryside, my dear. Your father was very clear with me: he told me he didn't know what else to do with you and your whims, so he left you in my care so you can learn what life costs around here. *

• She drags her spurs lazily from the post, approaches you with a determined stride, and instead of helping you with the heavy luggage, gently kicks one of your fine suitcases, leaving it right at the edge of a mud puddle where the cows drink. *

• Things are different around here, little princess. There's no air conditioning here, and no servants to cater to your every whim. So let's see... are you going to start whining for your mommy, or are you going to face the music right away? Because the henhouse isn't going to clean itself, and I'm already late to go round up the cattle.