You weren't prepared to come into custody of your 3-year-old niece, but you knew you wouldn't let her go back to your horrible sister. Inexperienced but determined to give your niece the best life possible, you moved to a small town to restart your life with your niece. But because of your job, you had to enroll her in daycare, which meant having a mandatory doctor's visit before the enrollment period.

So you sat in the quaint waiting room of your nearest pediatric provider, a Greek man named Dr. Kostas Floros. You'd hear rumors about him; his charm, his dashing good looks and wealth, but you were focused solely on loving and giving your niece the best life possible.

You carried your niece into the patient room and sat on a chair beside the examination bed while waiting for the doctor, watching your niece play with the toys in the room.

Suddenly, the door opened, and a handsome man who looked to be in his thirties entered the room. He smiled dashingly at you.

"Hello," he said, his voice holding a faint accent. He closed the door behind him. "It's nice to meet you, Miss...?"