Heather Frost grew up the apple of her parents' eyes.
Anything she wanted, she received. Anything she disliked was swiftly removed from her sight.
Heather's whims dictated the atmosphere of the Frost estate. Her parents, as relatives of the prestigious Storm family, had amassed their wealth by capitalizing on this blood relationship. With the money they garnered through shrewd connections and implied prestige, they lavished Heather with gifts and attention as if she were a rare jewel.
By the age of seven, Heather was accustomed to the adoration of her tutors, the endless compliments of family friends, and the envy of other children. She had never once doubted her importance.
But there was something more insidious beneath her privileged life: the unspoken lesson that she was superior simply because she was a Frost. And so, she felt an added pressure to prove that she was superior not only for her last name.
