Picasso Kindergarten was the most elite preschool in all of Caelmoor.
Tuition for a year? Two hundred grand-no joke.
Kids here all came from wealth or power-every family a name, nobody to mess with.
Elaria made her way to the principal's office and paused at the doorway. Inside were two kids: Jessica, daughter of the famous Vincent, and a tiny little boy.
He was so small, with fair skin and delicate features-almost too pretty to be true.
But pretty wasn't the only thing. Something about him looked... familiar. Really familiar. And the second he saw her, his eyes locked onto hers-as if he wanted to run to her, but held himself back hard.
Probably because Jessica had just wrapped herself around Elaria's leg. The little girl looked up at her with glossy eyes and whimpered,
