I find my presence largely ignored after I've greeted everyone. Empress Katya leads me to a short seat beside her impromptu throne as the ladies commence discussing the upcoming debutante ball. Apparently, the 'season' has started officially with the commencement of the Spring Ball and there are many events for unmarried ladies that need planning. The subject matter feels vapid and I quickly zone out, instead stewing on my unfortunate introduction the highest pinnacle of high society.
This gathering is what every girl with a drop of noble blood longs to join? It all feels very surface level and pointless, altogether leaving a bad taste in my mouth. Free of the constraints of making conversation since I'm the only child in the room, my eyes wander around the spacious boudoir.
