"Give it to Helteroses. They are doing well for themselves, throwing a party and then basically ignoring the person that the party was thrown for."
Thriteen-years-old Ehmi whose figure was already putting most young adult women to shame, scoffed, glancing with disgust at the snack table where two lords Helterose were drinking wine and making small talks with the representatives of the great families.
The mildly disgusted girl shook her head causing her long crimson hair to cascade through the air gathering the attention and longing looks of most of the male demographic – no matter their age.
"They are so dull and have no class or honor. The decision is up to my parents but in their current form, personally, I would be against them joining the six great families."
