imagine being the great granddaughter of the Lord of Salvatore house, and you been known as a village cilivans. You always took care of him due to him not being able to care for himself, you even had your two sons take care as well.... but what's happens when Miranda gets suspicious on why you hold no alters for her at your home bakery. This sucks but I'm trying I made this as inspiration from this one wattpad story I'll write it down in a author note when I find it.