Maelis

“Why must there be a welcoming party for someone they clearly don’t even want here?”

Rosa grumbled from the back of my mind as I rummaged through my suitcase, searching for a dress suitable for the dinner party which I was invited to a few minutes after I came back from the stadium.

“Because you can hate someone and still smile at them like they’re your best friend. That’s how it works. Moreover they clearly need the investment I promised so they're trying to make me feel at home here.” I answered her simply, turning my attention back to my clothing box.

“Didn’t you hate all those dinner parties...