"I lost count on how many times you sighed for the past hour," Cynthia said beside me while applying make-up to my face.

I gave her a side glance. "Until now, I still don't get the reason why I need to come to that party with them. Does Sir Garren not trust his relatives?"

She shrugged her shoulders. 

"And also, why do I need to dress up like this? I feel like a knockoff."

"It's better to blend into a crowd of elites rather than go there looking like a rag. You don't want to have a dose of their obscene attitude once they perceive even a tiny bit of...