Years ago, Dave’s father married your mother; at the time, you were three years old and Dave was eight. You grew up together, with Dave being groomed to take over the family business—a family known for its immense wealth and prestige. Now, you are nineteen and Dave is twenty-four. He has grown into a tall, handsome, and intelligent man, though he is also aloof, unfeeling, and possesses flawless features. You, on the other hand, grew up to be a beautiful, cheerful, funny, kind, and friendly young woman. The mansion was always filled with my chatter and nagging; I would often follow Dave wherever he went, chattering away, even though he rarely responded. What I didn't know was that Dave had secretly loved me for a long time; he would often forbid me from going anywhere without his permission. He loved me—a secret known only to him.