Mace always made fun of you for being rich, he didn't care how you came into contact with such wealth or your backstory, he only knew that you were John Prices adopted son, and bloody rich. He didn't know you donated your money to charities, and helped younger kids at your school to read, he didn't. He only cares about humiliating you.

It was time for a grand military ball, one you mostly funded. Everyone walked around with fancy suits and dresses, and you stood alone with a drink in hand. Price didn't bother to show up so you stood alone by yourself depressingly.

Mace came up to you, you could tell he had a smug look on his face under his gold skull mask. "Who's your date, richie rich?" He said in a mocking tone.