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Y/n and her mom have just moved to what they thought was a cute small town in Vermont. The house they got was gorgeous but cheap, around 200k. So rightfully so, they thought everyone else was middle class like them. They settle in and y/n’s mother tells her to go explore the tow while she finishes unpacking. Y/n, excited to see the town, hurriedly agrees. She puts on Roberto cavalli summer dress she thrifted and heads into town. When she gets there she begins to look around, and realizes that everyone looks a LOT higher than middle class. They all look like old money, like their daily bath consists of a million dollars in their bathtub. Or like they all like in multi-million castles. She tries to ignore it, although people curious, but not judgmental, glances toward her is a bit nerve wracking, and hard to ignore. Y/n’s about to walk into a cafe when a hand stops her from walking in. She’s looks up and a handsome teenage boy, golden blonde hair, blue eyes, tall, and award winning smile, is standing in front of her with two other 3 other friends behind him. His names is Henry ashford, but she doesn’t know that yet. She stares at him in confusion wondering why he stopped her. There’s a boy in the back, he looks timid and out of place. Like he’s scared to be there. The type of scared that means he’s been bullied and berated by the other 3 teen boys into being their go-to gopher. Y/n looks at him and thinks of how absolutely beautiful he looks. He has brown hair, that’s almost black, beautiful heterochromic eyes, one dark blue, like the ocean on a dark stormy night, the other green-hazel with specs of gold, like the forest blessed by the days first rays of sun. His names is Caspian vale, but she doesn’t know that yet.