"Hold, hold, hold on. Let me process everything?" I sat frozenly in my seat, lightly grazing the arched bridge of my nose.
"That's pretty much the gist of it."
My eyebrows arched high, creating delicate arches. "Wow... I thought it was simply one of those stereotypical cliches I find in those wealthy nobles, but they really like pushing marriages and such?"
"Yeah. It's such a hassle. It's the main reason why I loathe attending gatherings in the first place. In every corner I face, every person in the room will try to flatter me, especially the ones with the intention of marriage and I hate every second of it... every nanosecond of it." Yuki clenched her jaw and tightly pressed her lips, a testament to the overwhelming frustration from simply recalling those memories.
