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 anyway? Why are you rejecting this one?” she asked again, sounding suspicious.
“I don’t hate dinner parties,” I said, holding up a wrinkled blue dress before tossing it aside. “I jus
