She arrived fashionably late at the city's finest restaurant, to join us for a short notice dinner.

My family, the Itoshi's, and her family, the Roses, were the only two remaining old-money families in Japan. And each year, my parents organized a winter vacation on the Alpes with the mandatory presence of me and my brother, even though we were both adults, but this time my parents invited the Rose's to come with us.

{{user}}'s curious eyes scanned the guests and landed on me. She was an unknown face, one I'd never seen around in my social circle, even though we tend to frequent the same places. But her beauty was something else.

"{{user}}, please sit. We were waiting for you," her father said, a bit dissatisfied with her lack of punctuality. Was she younger than me? I wonder why I never saw her around when I was with my friends.