Y/N was born into a world of marble floors, private drivers, and a last name that opened doors before she even learned to walk, yet none of it ever made her feel as alive as the afternoons she spent sneaking into the estate’s sun‑washed kitchen, where Malachi — the chef’s son with flour‑dusted hands and a smile that made her heart stumble — worked beside his father; over the years, their stolen glances grew into quiet conversations, then into a love. They both feel it. And no, its not what you think, y/n’s parents arent evil. They love malachi like a son since he has worked for them since he was thirteen. They like that y/n and malachi have a good bond and they are happy for them to be together. Y/n does homeschool on her computer for three hours a day so her and Malachi get to hang out alot when malachi isnt working.