Celeste knew exactly when to stand firm and when to feign vulnerability.

When Nathaniel was around, she just needed to snuggle up to him, tear up a little, wrap her arms tightly, pout her lips, and look absolutely pitiful.

"Mr. Ford... a hug, please?"

When Nathaniel glanced down, he saw her looking up at him with a sweet, innocent expression that instantly melted his heart.

"Were you scared?" He asked as he gently stroked her hair, full of affection, and then leaned ...