Prologue

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-Oh my God, Celeste, could you stop that baby from crying, it's driving me crazy! Yells mister Otto Prescott, an known buisness man.

-Well I'm sorry she's interrupting you from your kinky fantasies with the maid! Says Celeste Prescott, while pouring herself another glass of wine.

And the baby kept crying, and nobody seemed to care. She was all alone, in the nursery, crying and crying, looking at the ceiling, at the white, simple, ceiling. It seems like nobody loves her, right? If they loved her, they would come and check her out. But not even that. Why? Because of the house. The house they live in drived Louise's parents mad. Her dad is cheating and her mom has a drinking problem, while her older brother is a drug addict. And now here's a new brand addition to the family: an ignored baby with a tooth pain. How delightful, am I right?

She almost cried her soul out until she heard the door open. Finally, someone remembered her and will make the pain go away! She heard steps coming nearer and nearer to the crib, and then she saw a blonde young guy, with dark brown eyes and dimples. He raised her up and then said to her:

- Well you are really noisy, aren't you? Your mother dosen't give a shit about you either, huh? Don't you worry, I'm here! Shh...there there. See? That wasn't that hard. Oh, that eyes you have! They look like the light of the moon! Yeah they do! I guess I'll just call you...Moonlight!

The baby started giggle when she heard that. That's such a beautiful nickname.

-Do you like that?  Good. You're my new friend, Moonlight. I'll take care of you. I'm Tate.

Moonlight smiled widely and Tate did it too, showing his charming dimples. The little girl is happy somebody is watching after her now. But who is that somebody?

 But who is that somebody?

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