"Freya… is this girl in the photo… you?"
Leon tilted his head slightly as he asked.
Freya blinked, then let out a small laugh. "Yes… that's me. Why? Were you captivated by my cuteness as a kid, huh?"
Lily, standing between them, gave both of them a flat look.
Leon didn't laugh. His expression remained thoughtful, and he murmured softly, "Are you…"
His words trailed off.
Freya took a step closer, crossing her arms. "What? What are you trying to say?"
Leon's gaze finally lifted to meet hers. "Are you… the rich little girl…"
Freya raised a brow. "Yes, I've been rich since I was a kid. What's your point?"
Leon shook his head. "You're the rich little girl who was… annoying."
Freya blinked in shock. "What?!"
Leon took a step back. "Yes… you're the annoying little rich girl who always tried to play with the other kids at the park."
"Say that again!"
