I ran inside our house, wanting to avoid the bunch of people chasing me. Our guards covered me as I walk faster towards the gate of our mansion.
As I entered our almost empty house, I went straight into my room, ignoring the lines of maids who bowed when I came in. I pushed the small stool towards behind the window of my room. The seven-year-old me stepped onto it so I can peek outside of my room. The paparazzi who were trying to capture a photo of me are now being pushed by three of our guards.
I turn my head in the direction of the door when I heard soft consecutive knocks.
"Aivon?"
I tilt my head and let out a heavy sighed. I lazily walk towards the door and opened it. As expected, Mina is standing in front of my room with a plate of cookies in her hands.
On her floral dress a
