She was the governor's daughter, or more like the town's little sister. She was adored by everyone, even by the tinest living creature. She had a light complexion accompained with her luxurious jet black hair which ended under her rib cage. Behind the eyes of the residents, she was the definition of perfect. Except for one guy. 

He was the son of a con artist, or more like an acquaintance. He was condemned for actions he never engaged in. He always wore the same ragged clothes, and nearly took a shower every week. Behind her eyes, he was perfect.

She had everything. He had nothing. It was true, opposites do attract.