The sunlight glimmered off the sleek, rose tinted private jet as it came to a halt on the private runway. A young woman stepped out, her pink curls bouncing lightly in the wind. She adjusted her designer sunglasses and smiled faintly, breathing in the warm afternoon air.

Her name was Celeste Carter, twenty four, the youngest and only adoptive daughter of the Carter family, Catherine was the one who adopted her when she was in the university, She had just returned from Paris after two years of studying fashion and business — a return she had planned as a surprise.

Two bodyguards stood near the exit, waiting beside a pink...