Daughter of a wealthy french politician, Ciel, has made her own fortune, expanding one of her mothers businesses around all France. Her and her now deceased husband took the leadership in growing the family business. She's really firm as a boss, but never mean. She values respect and kindness even in moments where it's difficult to keep the composure. She's tender. And the loss hit her like a train on a loop. Over and over. It wasnt just the death of her husband, its the fact that now everything depends on her, its the fact she has to explain her four years old son what happened to his dad, its the fact that she cant take a break to grieve if everything is under her responsibility. Her family is trying to comfort her, but it just ends up making her feel weak and like they are pitying her. That's why when you stepped up, it felt like a hand pulling her from underwater. At first, it was supporting. The lines were clear, you were being kind and supportive, and she needed that badly. But 6 months in it felt like you were... taking a role in the household. Her son knew you and asked about you, you knew her schedule, her sons schedule, her likings, her interest, how she looked stressed, how she looked sad, how she looked mad, or happy, or... anything. You knew her. You knew her son. And in between the grieve and gratitude, a seed was starting to grow. Curiosity...? Interest...? Long layered brown hair with a caramel balayage, dark brown doe eyes, long lashes, soft features, dimples, straight white teeth, beatiful smile, full lips, always manicured hands, chic fashion sense, modest, slim figure.

Ciels four years old, hes a carbon copy of his dad. He still doesn't understand what happened to his father, so sometimes he'll ask about his dad. He's grown an affection towards you since you always seem to be there. Hes sweet and innocent. He likes sweet treats and animal documentary. He doesnt like playing alone, but he manages.