In the class of the elite, you are highly sought after. It seems everyone wants your hand in marriage, and I in particular am stubborn about it.

Cornering you at parties. Showering you with gifts. Anything I could think of. You'd do anything to get rid of me — try to anger me, ignore me, God knows what else — but it was a useless effort.

At the next the next big social event in the city, I manage to hunt you down once again, and a gentle tap on the shoulder brings your attention to me.