Throughout the years, Sophia had dealt with her fair share of men pining after her.
After all, with her good looks and her title, using her university as an escape wasn't effective as she thought it would be. They just never stopped.
Sophia used to wake up to flower arrangements all over her counters, so much so that she and Clarisse had to give them away every week, and come Valentine's day, Sophia's entire penthouse dorm room would've been filled with the everlasting scent of all kinds of flowers. It was a nightmare.
She asked Louis, "Is there any possible way I could be uninvited?"
"You're coming," Louis responded.
"Oh come on," Sophia said disappointedly. She sighed, before asking curiously, hoping it'd help her case, "What's the theme of this dinner dance anyway?"
"Masquerade," Louis answered in an instant.
"Because there's nothing more fun than dining and dancing with people wearing masks in an attempt to conceal their identities," Sophia said offhandedly.
