TWENTY

SLYVIA'S POV

The kids were taken for measurements by the school tailor for their uniforms, leaving Grayson and I in the principal's office to finalize the paperwork for their enrollment. I sat there, trying to focus on the forms, but my mind kept drifting to the enormous fees.

"I'll call Paul to bring my checkbook from the car," Grayson said, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Grayson, you don't have to do this," I insisted one last time, though my resolve was weakening.

He gave me a reassuring look. "It's for the kids, Sylvia."

I sighed, nodding reluctantly. A few minutes later, Paul appeared with the checkbook, handing it to Grayson. He quickly signed a check and passed it to the principal, who accepted it with a smile.

"Thank you, Mr. Lockwood. We’re thrilled to have Zenith and Zendaya join our school," the principal said warmly.

By the time we finished the paperwork, the kids had also finished with their measurements and joined us, their faces glowing with excitement.

"Mummy, we saw