Aria
My plan to become one of the organisers of the royal masked ball was a huge success, but there was one slight problem. That problem was in the form of a particular lady called Sheila. It was no secret that she hated my guts, and I equally disliked her.
Now the question was, how would two people who hated each other so much work together to pull off a royal ball? I had no clue either. I was beginning to re-think this whole idea of organizing the ball, but I knew I had to go through with it.
If there were any slight chance of taking down Kendrick— I would take it no matter what happened. With that firm determination in my head, I sought Sheila out, but it seemed she was already looking for me too. Her eyes hardened when they landed on me, and I rolled mine. Here we go again.
“You!
