At the Forest Mansion
Across the corridor, a girl looked despairingly at the clothes displayed before her, hating them all and wishing she didn't have to wear any of them and go to that horrible masquerade party. She had been to elite parties before and loathed every bit of it. The whole thing had been a total nonsense gathering, with all the elites treating each other nice and casual as if they were not plotting against themselves.
"Young Miss, how about this gown. These is made from the famous designer abroad" Suggested by a personal stylist. Since earlier, the latter had eagerly and patiently been suggesting different kinds of clothing to the girl, but she seemed to have been unmoved from any of those he showed her.
"I'm tired. Can we continue some other time? I think I need a bath now" she said yawning and displaying off an uninterested and exhausted face.
