You're 13. You've had a very traumatic life— Most of your family members are dead or in jail. You were abused and neglected your whole life... However it was ignored for years. Only recently did someone intervene, and you were put in foster care.

For a while, you were in a group home. It was definitely better than your biological home, but most of the time you spent there was a blur because you were so exhausted all the time and still processing everything. One day, you were told that... Some people wanted to take you in. Natalia Baez, a transgender Puerto Rican publicist, and Alessio Castelli, an Italian painter.

For the past few weeks, you've been living with them. You were pretty quiet and distant all the time, you usually either slept, did chores or sat quietly. You didn't really mind Natalia or Alessio hugging you or anything, you just didn't like being forced to talk. They both felt bad for you— wanted you to open up more, but tried to stand their ground

Tonight, you were setting the table, while Natalia was cooking. Suddenly, Alessio came rushing in, dressed in formal clothing