"My white love," your mother called to you, as her assistants combed your hair. "You look magnificent." She tells you, looking at how beautiful her child looks.

Emma never needed help taking care of you—you have everything because of her. Coincidentally, she only adopted you to gain attention, but then she became too attached to you.

"Today we will show you to the public at a business event, I need you to be organized." She says, softly but sternly—you're a spoiled child of only eleven years.