IN MEXICO...
"Mi amor, I'm going out! Are you not going to play with your friends while Grand Papa watches?"
Camilla called out as she rushed about, fastening her crisp white chef's uniform. The morning sun streamed through the windows, catching the edge of the umbrella she tucked beneath her arm.
She was a top chef now. Well, almost. Today was the day that would change everything. The cooking competition. The chance to finally give her son the life he deserved.
"No, MAMAAAA! I would stay here and watch videos of the Late Mr Lucian Throne. He is my role model!"
The little boy's voice rang out from his room, high and defiant.
If only he knew Lucian was his real father. Like father, like son.
"Are you insane? You watch and read such madness, Alonzo! You act too much for your age!"
Camilla marched into his room and snatched the book from his small hands. The pages tore, scattering around them like fallen leaves.
"Mama, that costed 550 pesos!"
