~Sienna~
My hands wrap around Norman’s arm as we enter the hall. Gold lights flicker in every corner of the white interior, paintings line the walls, red decorations drape the space, and golden chairs glint under the chandeliers.
Everything in this room speaks of luxury, richness, and power, a harsh reality that reminds me I don’t belong here, not in this world.
“What did you say the event is about again?” I ask for the second time.
Norman gives me a quizzical look before muttering, “Just a business association’s yearly party.”
Good.
If this is just a business party, why the need for such excessive luxury? To show their status, to display their wealth, they’ll never spare a dime for modesty.
I can never fit in this world. A lifestyle like this doesn’t suit a poor girl without a bac
