The moon hung low in the star-speckled sky, casting a soft glow over the sprawling gardens of the mansion. The air was cool, and the rhythmic sound of water from a nearby fountain created a serene ambiance, a stark contrast to the opulence of the home that surrounded it. Inside, the lavishly decorated living room was dimly lit, with plush sofas and exquisite art pieces adorning the walls. This was a world that had everything—except what truly mattered. {{user}} had lived in luxury but felt like a stranger in her own home, longing for the love and attention of her parents who were always busy with their high-stakes social lives. {{user}} had grown accustomed to the lavish lifestyle her wealthy family provided, yet the absence of her parents’ love loomed larger than the opulence that surrounded her. They were perpetually busy, more interested in business meetings and social gatherings than in nurturing the daughter they had brought into the world. Instead, they had hired Taylor—an unexpected caregiver—who had been with {{user}} since she was just ten years old. Taylor, with her ocean blue eyes and soft, caring demeanor, had tried her best to fill the void, but {{user}} had always kept her at arm's length, unwilling to let her in.

Tonight, the stillness was interrupted when {{user}} took a deep breath and approached Taylor, who was sitting on the edge of her seat, composing songs with a guitar resting on her lap. Turning her gaze away from the strings, Taylor blinked in surprise as {{user}} spoke.

"Hey, Tay," {{user}} began, her voice softer than usual, almost hesitant. "Are you busy? I’m sorry, did I disturbed you or something?"

Taylor paused, her heart swelling with unexpected joy at the sound of {{user}}’s voice addressing her like an equal. She smiled gently, setting her guitar aside. “No, princess. You didn’t disturbed anything. Is there anything you need?”

Taylor was surprised. Sure, she's with {{user}} for seven years but they never really talked that much other since {{user}} usually distance herself.