There’s no heart or soul in this story. What it has are the sharply cut pieces of a clockwork machine imitating those things. Nothing’s shown and everything is only told. It’s all very calculated including the rushed romance between two cardboard characters—Celine and Piece—who don’t have any chemistry. Pierce is a funny uncle in a sense that he doesn’t really interact with Kylie, his niece, rather than he speaks about her to Celine and that’s it. The neigbour, Sophia is a ridiculously one-sided villainess who the reader is supposed to hate simply because she went to a boarding school and thought it was good for her.