“How was your first day at school?” Mr S asked when she arrived at the double-storey apartment in the heart of one of the city’s most prestigious suburbs. Sung-kyung neglected to answer as she handed her bag to the waiting butler and turned full circle in the foyer. “There’s a chandelier, and a dome!” she turned to the bored looking butler, “Ajussi you really live here?”

“Yes agassi, and apparently so do you.” He slid off her school blazer and placed it in a hall closet. Mr S smiled despite himself. “You’re certainly going to change the atmosphere around here Zara.”

“Mr S, do I get my own room?” she had temporarily forgotten about Emi and the trauma of her first day.

“Do you expect to share with me?” Mr S retorted and it was him who looked embarrassed by the suggestion.

Sung-kyung wandered through the rooms, “Library” she rushed to the next room, “Study,” the butler stood in one place and just observed as she raced back and forth, “There’s a garden.”

"We also have a kitchen," Mr S informed her, "Stocked with all the treats a girl your age desires. You may use all rooms as you wish.” Mr S informed her, “The Madame wants you to be comfortable.”

“Really? That doesn’t sound like the Madame at all.” 

“As long as you do your job then you will find the Madame can be very obliging.”

“I doubt that.” Sung-kyung finally stood still, "This is about keeping an eye on me isn't it?" 

“Come you have to get ready for your lessons.” Mr S didn't answer and she knew it was the case. The Madame didn't trust her. 

“Lessons?”

“You have a lot of catching up to do.” Mr S explained, “You won’t get far at Oakland if you’re not trained in the ways of the upper class. There is etiquette for everything. Eating, drinking, dressing, speaking, you have a lot to learn Zara.”

“I see," 

“The Madame has hired someone to teach you everything you need to know. He is waiting for you on the patio.”

“Who is it?” Sung-kyung was excited as she followed Mr S out to the patio. There was a man standing with his back to her. He was tall with golden blonde hair. Sung-kyung didn’t know what to expect, but when he turned went dry and her eyes bulged. He was simply – no simply was wrong – he was a God. He was also not a man but looked to be only a little older than her. He had clear skin that seemed to glow, his bone structure reminded her of what you saw on aristocrats. 

“Zara, this is Kris Wu.”

“But you can call me Master.” The boy smiled suddenly and his eyes shone and his hair seemed to glow. He held out a hand in the Western fashion of greeting and he spoke in perfect English. “How do you do Le