The morning sun cast a golden glow across the grand entrance of the prestigious preschool. The usual hustle and bustle of school drop-offs was interrupted by the sudden roar of engines in the distance.
"What's that?" someone whispered, squinting into the distance.
One by one, sleek black Rolls-Royce cars turned into the school's driveway, their polished chrome gleaming under the sun.
The sound of the powerful engines grew louder, and soon, four Rolls-Royces came to a stop at the entrance. The doors opened simultaneously, and the crowd fell silent.
"No way…" a mother muttered, her eyes widening in disbelief.
Out stepped a young boy no older than four or five with perfectly styled hair, a tailored suit that could rival any CEO's, and a confident swagger that made it clear he was no ordinary child. It was none other than Leo, the son of Allesandro Wales.
