anne young; ceo

one: little anne

paris, france

winter was once again around the corner in the city of love.

six year old anne watched as people come and go on the streets, street lights starting to flicker as dusk settled. she lightly touched the window with her small and cold palm, wondering how would it feel to go out and play, how would it feel as snowflakes fell on her pale skin.

as her mind was filled with thoughts, mama called out.

"little anne, dinner's ready", her mama's voice had always been gentle and caring, warming her cold heart.

anne carefully went down from her little chair as she walked out of her room, and down to the kitchen. as she looked up, a piercing stare greeted her. a cold shiver ran down her spine, yet she managed to keep her face stoic, void of any emotion.

dinner was quiet as usual, just like any other meal. it passed quickly as she helped her mama wash the dirty dishes. after pondering for a while, she looked at her mama, her big green eyes curious.

"mama, does papa hate me?", little anne asked, her tone cold and calm, like the breeze that would occasionally blow past them from the window.

asked with such question, her mama was stunned for a few after giving her an answer, "little anne, papa loves you dearly, you must know papa isn't expressive"

but little anne saw right through her mama's reply.