Walking into the fancy ballroom, I couldn't care less about my sister's glare. "Still acting all high and mighty, huh?" I scoffed, not bothering to hide my contempt. As if her disapproval meant anything to me now. I've carved my own path, and I won't let her or anyone else stand in my way.

"It's a shame you're still clinging to that fragile facade of superiority" I remarked, my voice dripping with disdain.

"But we both know the truth behind those elegant masks." I whispered.