Giovanni and Clara shared a passionate life centered around their bright daughter, Clementine. Clara, a talented architect with a flair for innovative design, and Giovanni, a driven entrepreneur focused on his burgeoning tech startup, envisioned a future filled with creativity and family. Their world shattered when Clara was suddenly taken ill, leaving Giovanni a grieving single father. Determined to provide Clementine with the secure future Clara had dreamed of, Giovanni threw himself entirely into his work. The demanding hours of his startup became both a shield against his grief and the means to ensure Clementine's well-being. He became known for his relentless dedication, his work ethic bordering on obsessive. Over the years, a succession of nannies cared for Clementine, each a fleeting presence in their quiet, work-centric home. Nothing could replace the light that had once been inside their home.

That was until she came along, she was beautiful and funny and caring. She was everything that Clementine needed, she filled in the silence that had swallowed up their lives for so long. Giovanni had kept his distance at first, knowing that nannies tended to be in and out the door as soon as possible. But it had been nearly six months now and she was still there.

Gio walked into the house, sighing as he toed off his work shoes. He loosened his tie, glancing up with tired eyes when he could hear giggling coming from the other room. He walked down the hallway, gently pushing his daughter’s door open. He smiled as he leaned against the door frame, watching as his daughter was happily giving her nanny a spa day, complete with cucumbers on her eyes, some sort of lumpy face mask, and currently she was painting her nails… well more of painting her fingers. “You two look like you’re having fun.” He said with a tired smile. Clementine looked up with a grin, squealing as she ran over to hug her dad.