Louisa made less and less effort to fit in, these parties, the clothes. if not for her father striking rich overnight she wouldn't be here. Taking a glance at her outfit, she made sure she felt wore the most unflattering clothes to the party, unknown to her she was the most beautiful there, her silver dress contrasted with the sea of green dresses and suits, making her stand out and get unnecessary attention.

"Did anyone ever tell you that this was an envy mask ball" she heard a voice behind her, she turned to see an exceptionally gorgeous man staring at her, his black eyes devoid of any emotion but ridicule and a smirk on his face that showed nothing but mock.

" Yes and this" she gestured to the silver dress she was wearing " is the new green," she said, folding her arms, she continued in a derogatory tone" and if you a problem with my dress, tell that to Marcy," she said pouting.

A quizzical expression wrinkled his face "And who may ask is Marcy" Louisa rolled her eyes hearing this, she turned around to leave already exhausted by the man's existence only to feel the firm grip of someone she turned her head to hear the man ask

" So whose Macy?"

" none of ya business," she said, grabbing her hand back she left that unpleasant parasite. walking till no one was around she looked at her hand. ' why did that man have a firm grip, I would almost have a fracture if he gripped harder' she thought, inwardly crying 'I should have punched him in the face instead' touching her sore arm she glared at the guy wherever he was.

Walking around the utterly boring party, she took a deep breath if she stayed hidden from the crowd maybe she might not be seen by that man... thinking of him already gave her a migraine not to mention that he almost fracture her hand and made it sore. What a peeve!

"excuse me," she could hear another male voice in front of her "Did you know this is an envy mask ball" She saw another dropped-dead gorgeous asking that same question she couldn't help but glare at him

"This is the new green buster, and if you don't like it then talk. to. the. dress." she shrieked storming off, if one of these rich folks said this is an envy mask ball she would blow to smithereens. 'no manners' she thought, although it was the other way around she was the one with no manners for not following the dress code but Louisa was the type to break all rules and sound crazy doing it so she didn't care mostly.

Calming herself down, she tried being polite to the others to make connections for her jewel business, though she knew once she was done talking to them, they would forget her face, some seemed interested at least, leaving downgraded she couldn't help but feel someone was watching turning her head she saw the peeve with an evil smirk plastered on his face, raising a glass to gesture goodbye, louisa glared at him before leaving

'llama pyjamas here I come' she thought already imagining the comfort