I crossed my arms in irritation as I muttered to myself angrily.
My mother looked up and frowned, "Seri. Stop muttering to yourself."
I whined, "But mother! Why do I have to go to the stupid ball? I've never had to before!"
"That's because you weren't old enough to. A young woman attending a Debutante Ball is an important thing. It's your debut in high society as an adult."
My father was sobbing while he sat next to my mother, "My little girl is an adult!"
I rolled my eyes as he cried, "Daddy, if you don't want me to go I won't."
My mother sighed, "Seri, stop trying to get out of it. It really isn't so bad. Millie will be there with you."
