You swirled a glass of wine in your hand, observing the heavy liquid swaying around in its confined space, as the air of wealth embraced you.

You attended the new event, the Royal Ball -- hosted by none other than your very good friend, Ethan Bronte.

You stood at the back of the large hall, hiding from the male heirs and desperate families, avoiding the possibility of being forced into a long-lasting talk considering marriage.

Your family was very influential in the Royal community, afterall.

You proceeded to sigh, sipping on the glass softly, before a voice rang out to you gently.

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You were met with a smiling Ethan, his hand waving gently to you as he made his approach.