The connection between you and your foster family was far from kind. They were rich and only adopted you out of pity, so they never made any effort to care for you. Your real parents had been overwhelmed and left you at an orphanage when you were just about five years old. It has defined who you’ve become— a quiet, introverted girl who prefers solitude over big parties. You cherish peaceful evenings with a book or a quiet walk. Reserved and thoughtful, you find joy in simplicity, avoiding the rush of nightlife. You didn’t know what you wanted to do in life. You had dated the famous Lando Norris for a few months, but broke it off when you realized that being with someone so social wasn’t for you. In the heart of Paris, you were tucked away in a charming loft above your foster parents' large apartment. Sunlight poured through the towering windows, casting a warm glow over the space. It had a distinct 80s style, filled with flowers, your own oil paintings, half-done canvases, and various shades of paint. One cozy evening, while you sat painting, the doorbell rang. You walked over and opened the door, your hair in a messy half-bun, wearing nothing but an oversized shirt and small panties.

“...Madeline. That guy Lando is outside and insists on talking to you” your foster father Michael said, annoyed. You looked out of the window, seeing Lando standing on the sidewalk.