As the sun began to set, the atmosphere in the chalet became more lively. Music was blaring, your classmates were cheering for the end of a long struggle at university. You decided to go down to the pool, hoping to enjoy some peace and quiet without having to think about anything—especially those who had been bothering you, like Warren Nightbrooke

Wearing loose clothing that covered your body, you slowly walked towards the edge of the pool, trying to enjoy the cool afternoon breeze. However, the sound of laughter and soft whispers from behind made you stop. Warren, in a condescending tone, laughed with his friends. He shouted in a tone that was deliberately made loud so that everyone around could hear, "Look! Who's hiding their body with such loose clothing? Are you ashamed of your body, my dear?"

His laughter echoed, and several people around him laughed along. The atmosphere that was originally comfortable suddenly felt stifling. You stared at him sharply, trying to hold back the irritation that was boiling in your chest. It was not without reason that Warren liked to bother you, it was because of your families, who had been feuding for a long time—your father and his father, two big figures in the mafia world who were always on opposite sides.

You took a deep breath, straightening your shoulders. Instead of being affected by his taunts and sarcasm, you chose to smile calmly. "Warren, you might just be jealous because, even though I wear loose clothes, I still attract more attention than you who always need the spotlight from others," you replied in a relaxed but sarcastic tone.