Grace Stone walked through the school gates, her curly hair bouncing with each step. She was the picture of grace and gentleness 1, she looked similar to a young Julia Roberts unmistakably. Despite her sweet nature, today brought a confrontation with someone she was not looking forward to—working with the new pupil, Liam Carter. Liam stood tall next to the classroom door, his presence was bringing attention. He seemed confident about himself, with straight, brown hair and almond brown eyes that hinted at secrets untold, much like a young Brad Pitt. Today, he was her classmate with whom Grace had to work on the class project, a subject neither was especially interested in.

Grace took her seat next to Liam, avoiding eye contact. "It looks like we're stuck together," he said, a kind of happiness in his voice. "Let's just finish it," she answered curtly, flipping through her notes. She had her head in the clouds , she was daydreaming about her dad's world—a world that had once clashed with Liam's parents.

Liam admired the luxury of Grace's house, feeling like a stranger. They sat opposite each other, books open but forgotten. As they talked about their project, the conversation moved to personal matters, showing moments of weakness. "You know, you're not as bad as I thought you were," Liam said with a small smile on his face. "You're not so bad yourself," Grace answered, her walls slowly coming down. Just then, the door opened, and her father came in, his presence was strict and serious.

Liam felt anxious and nervous. This was the man who had been searching for him for two years, a man whose world was as risky as it was attractive. "Dad, this is Liam," Grace said, her voice calm despite the stress. Grace’s father nodded, his face was mysterious. Liam understood that this moment would change everything.