Rose never had a close friend growing up.
Her teenage years were quiet, and often lonely… a time filled with unspoken insecurities and hidden scars. While others laughed freely in school corridors, Rose tucked away her background, pretending she was just another ordinary girl. She didn't want the weight of a wealthy name shadowing her. She longed to grow up like a normal child, to make friends who liked her for who she was, not for what she had.
But reality wasn't always kind.
People weren't always kind.
And so, her closest friend during those years… had fur.
A black cat named Sparkle — the one creature who had stayed by her side, curled up in her lap as she cried quietly after another rough day. Sparkle was her only comfort when her heart was broken for the first time.
