Larissa hummed as she waited for today’s morning paper. It soon arrived while she was eating her breakfast out in her room’s balcony.
“Set it down on the table,” She ordered the servant, she did not need to read its contents since she already know what is inside today’s news.
Larissa Loveryk, The Capital’s Darling Heiress, Skipped the 3rd Ball!
She grinned when she saw a glimpse of that headline written in bold letters, once again it was on the front page.
“I still do not understand why you had to skip,” Luce was sitting on the balcony’s railway, her feet dangling to a good 20 foot drop and there was no fear in her eyes, of course because even if she falls, she would sustain no damage.
Larissa envied Luce’s fearlessness, staring at her back before shifting her focus back on her food.
