Kei, the Harem Prince of Saint Claire Academy, was currently facing a dilemma. Sitting in front of him was a pretty girl with long dark-brown hair and brown eyes.
For the past few months, he had done his best to hide from this girl. But, the latter was hell bent on seeing him. She even sneakily infiltrated Kei's and Fae's secret room within the abandoned building to force the Harem Prince to see her.
"What do you want, Miss Welsh?" Kei asked as he sighed internally.
"Why so formal? Just call me, Emma," Emma replied with a smile. "It's not like the two of us are strangers."
Kei observed the young girl in front of him and the image of another girl overlapped with her face. 'She really is her daughter.'
If the Prince still had his heart, he might have suffered some heartache. Emma was stirring the bittersweet memories that he had locked deep inside his heart.
"Well then, Mis-"
"Just call me, Emma. Not. Miss. Emma."
