Prologue

"Painting isn't something for you to enjoy Frida"

Frida Hargreeves a girl with the ability to paint the future. A golden goose to Sir Reginald one he was not planning on letting go.

"I thought Frida was planing this?"

"Luther didn't like my idea."

"You wanted to throw dad in the trash and call it a day."

"I don't see a problem with that."