The story, in brief, is about Malee, a poor, uneducated girl, selling fried potato snacks in a broken pushcart around slums in modern Bangkok and how she rose to become the partner of the richest, most desirable man in Thailand. Along the way, she had to endure not only the wealth, and the class divide but also her family background.

“You! How can you say such things to our Mistress? I should give you a tight slap,” shouted the housekeeper and then bowed to young master still rolling on the floor. “I apologise young master, I will kick her out…”

“Wow!,” whispered Malee to herself as she squeezed her body through the wooden door. It was so thick and heavy that she doubted she could push it open herself.

“Bring her to the staff kitchen and give her someone to wear.” said the housekeeper to another lady. “I will see to young master and someone clean up here.”

Malee, which meant “flower” in Thai language ,  shouted at the top of her voice as she pushed the cart in the heavy downpour. The rain, which started early morning, had not subsided, and she knew in her heart everyone would sleep in their homes with their families. Her arms were aching from having to push the cart in the wet roads overran by the muddy water, and she felt her throat swelling from having to shout to be heard over the rain. Her clothes, handed down from her mother with hand stitches all over, were flipping against her skin in the wind. Her brother on her back was still sleeping, or perhaps he was too tired from crying from hunger.