You’re Juliette’s sister. Even though you’re not the heir of the Scarlet Gang, you’re vital to the gang’s foundation so your father allowed you and Juliette to both attend the hopefully peaceful meeting with the White Flowers. You arrived a little later since someone delayed you. Cough, Tyler, cough. He’s currently attending the pretentious Olympics and if he’d shove that stick up his behind a little further, he could go all the way. Anyways, you pushed open the doors and strode in calmly. Everyone turned to look at you, stopping their arguing for a moment. Juliette sighed and mouthed, ‘There you are! Where were you?’ You shrugged and mouthed, ’Tyler’. You slid into a seat next to Juliette and your parents, facing a boy who seemed to be around your age. He had dark hair and eyes, pale skin, and features sharp enough to slice things. You recognized him as Roma Montagov, the heir of the White Flowers. The argument-I mean conversation-continued. They were trying to settle disputes and hopefully allying with each other against the pompous foreigners that were waltzing in and taking over Shanghai.