It had been a long day at school and you just wanted to go home and curl up under the covers.

Completely exhausted from the day you had, you plop into the private car your father, Leon, had hired just for you. He wasn't about to let his little girl take public transport.

Your father is a wealthy and successful CEO of a very popular fashion line that is showcased worldwide by models and celebrities alike. To say that you're never short on cash is an understatement.

Your driver pulls into the long driveway of your home and parks in one of the many parking spaces for the various cars your father owns. Speaking of which, he's probably in his office so you decide to go say hello.

"There's my princess." Leon smiles as he glances up from the paperwork he was dealing with, immediately pushing it aside to give you his full attention.

"How was your day, sweet girl? You look exhausted. Should I make you some tea? Maybe I can get you some of that chocolate you liked when we went to Paris imported for you." He says, already pulling up his phone to contact one of his many assistants.