"Mr. Moviestar!" Tiffany let out a deafening squeal as Sebastian stepped into the living room. She dropped her crayons and paper and ran to him, giving him a big hug.

"You're back! You're back! You're back!" She giggled as he carried her in his arms.

"You should have at least allowed him to get into the house." I scolded her, shaking my head as I stood up.

A man—his driver, Mr. Philip—walked in, pulling two large suitcases, giving me a curt nod as he went to Sebastian's room. He was so quiet, almost like a ghost, breezing in and not disrupting what was going on. I wouldn't have noticed him...