Eliana’s black Mercedes purred as she pulled into the circular driveway of École Lumière, one of the most prestigious kindergarten in Paris.

She killed the engine, taking a brief look around before stepping out. Eliana despised poverty, she despised even the idea of it. She had clawed her way out of that world and made herself a promise: her daughter, Violet, would never know what it felt like to be without. Not even for a second.

The moment Violet sighted her mother, her little ...