It was late, the sun had set and the moon had a bright glow to it. The year was 1918, Miyu was ten years old. She had just met her long lost great aunt, apparently on her mother’s side. Miyu was slightly suspicious of this woman, having not heard of her before. However she knew things about her mother that had convinced her parents. Claudia Sylvia Cross was her name. She was an amazing beauty. Brown hair down to the middle of her back, a soft wave to it, almost as if curls adorned it. Her eyes were a reddish tint, it was a bit unnerving when Miyu thought about it. They had a black large ring around the red.
Miyu’s mother was a thing of beauty, and her father was a cold, distant man. He did not care who he had to hurt, or who he had to lie to, to get his daughter to the top. He wanted a different life for her. Miyu however just could not understand how he could be so cold hearted, how he could push her so much to be the right woman for someone she did not even kno