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 face lit up.

“Mommy!” she squealed, running as fast as her tiny legs could carry her.

Eliana bent down, arms open, and scooped her up. She...