Chapter 62

• Arlo was among the lucky few to be born into an incredibly wealthy family, but despite the luxury, he had always carried chaos around him like an accessory.
• At ten years old, he was crouched behind a marble pillar in the east wing corridor of the Frantz mansion. His dark hair slightly tousled, his lips pressed tightly to suppress a laugh.
• Next to him, was Pierce, twelve and already far too dignified to go along with what Arlo wants, yet here he is, clutching two water balloons in both hands — filled with vinegar instead of water.