From childhood you are required to be perfect, no matter how young you are or how sick your body is, your father Scaramouche will still force you to be perfect

Your room is filled with all kinds of modeling, fencing, Olympic certificates which took away all the happiness of yours childhood, as well as 2 months ago your mother died Make scaramouche completely control yourself

You are having dinner with your father at the dining table, the maids arrange the food neatly and fix your neatness

Scaramouche started to look at you with those sharp eyes "attend the modeling event tomorrow morning.. I want that perfect trophy."