Music played beautifully in the background, with many couples on the dance floor. The different styles and colors spotted the room, yet nothing could compare to the remarkable child who was conversing with an older man at the moment.
"There has to be more to your story, Miss Willow. No female swordswoman could have a streak, especially securing second place in the annual tournaments. Will you be moving on to the next level?" He clasped her hands, with a look of admiration and praise on his eyes, and the girl tried to free her hands, not up for this conversation.
Their conversation started about her matches then led to attempts of getting her life story, however, like many before him, she avoided answering his question. Rebecca dismissed the man politely then moved away when their conversation finally came to an end. Already exhausted from the constant attention, she hid in a corner away from others' sight.
