Christine looked at her picture with her daughter Amber. They were hugging and smiling while they were sitting in front of Champs Elysée in Paris on one of their nice trips together. Christine's ex-husband had taken that photograph when the couple still lived together. The woman sat on the couch thoughtfully as she caressed the photo. Now John had gone for two years, and her daughter had been so cold to her. Amber's performance in college wasn't the best either. Christine sighed thinking if she would ever get along with her daughter again and whether the girl would become kinder to her.

Around four o'clock in the afternoon, Christine heard the doorbell. She thought that Amber had forgotten her key, so she walked to open the door for her daughter. It was not Amber, though. Christine was surprised to come across a tall blonde girl wearing a blue jacket and white pants, which the woman immediately found tacky. Despite the newcomer bad taste for clothes, Christine was stunned by that girl's immense beauty.