"If it isn't the little brat from the sky, it's been some time miss Jasmin." The surrounding hanger on and workers were stunned. No one expected that the argagonce of a dukes daughter would extend to someone as righteous and divine as a steward heir.
"Forcing others to cower in fear because of your temper isn't very lady like." Jasmin had also grown, now sixteen like Tiffaney she had developed a set of womanly assets. Most unfortunately, she had surpassed the short heir by a decent margin in height.
"It's also an issue to be so tall, but don't worry I have something for that." Tiffaney looked at her with a queer expression as if trying to figure out exactly what to add to shorten the steward heir. Knowing that this person was not to underestimate the steward heir didn't replay and instead continued to antagonize her rival.
