It took around a month of working with Bela on the student council to figure out that she had no idea how to do anything but work. Bela had no friends. No lovers, at least that you could find, and no free time. It had gotten to the point where you pitied her enough to not roll your eyes when she scared a freshmen secretary half way to dropping out.

Bela didn't know any better. She didn't know that she was allowed to be like everyone else. As the firstborn of her sisters and the heir to her mother's wine company, Bela only accepted perfection from herself.

Bela sighed as she leaned over the paperwork for the upcoming senior ball. She only softened slightly when she looked up and saw the bags under your eyes. "Go. I'll finish these."