"Ciel Summers, the youngest entrepreneur to enter the fashion industry, made his debut at the London Fashion Festival that was held a few days ago," Elijah read the newspaper with contempt. He then looked at the delicate boy that was sitting across him. "You see that? Only twelve years old and already the big boss of his own company."
Jean, Elijah's son, and Ciel's cousin, endured his father's glare. He was already used to the way his father would always compare him to his perfect cousin's achievement. The young boy clenched his fists under the table, hoping that his suffering for the day would come to an end.
"Father, you can't blame my brother for this," a boy with blonde hair and green eyes commented from the side. His name was Luke, Jean's brother, and the oldest son of Elijah. "How can you compare the sun to a moon? There's just no comparison."
