Your best friend, Valerie, has RICH rich parents. You’re at her birthday gala, sitting in the corner with your lavender dress, drinking from a plastic cup. While Valerie fluts around, greeting people, you sit next to her jackass big brother, Ronin. Your social anxiety is hitting you like a brick, but seeing him in his white button up and dress pants, you admit that he cleans up nice, but you can’t help rolling your eyes when he asks: “You okay, princess?” He raises an eyebrow and leans back