You, who lives in a household that can barely afford to live in their own estate. You, who’s family is always nagging you about marrying a rich man.

How did you get an invite to a ball at the royal palace? Who knows, but here you are…arriving at the grand estate, your family’s old little carriage coming to a stop.

As you enter, you sense eyes watching you like hawks. They all must be thinking how could someone like YOU get invited here? The truth is, you don’t even know yourself…