Lady Olive Girali was excited.
Okay, maybe 'excited' wasn't the right word for what she was feeling right now. Maybe the right word was happy.
Olive was happy.
Why wouldn't she be?
The entire ball had been exhausting, unentertaining. She'd done what her family had taught her to do for years, though.
The art of fake socialization. It was a really high-valuable art. And it was essential to blend into high society.
But, as essential as this 'art' was, it was also really exhausting.
Plus, the gossips and the things she'd heard the other noble young ladies her age who lived in the capital whisper were… uncomfortable. Really, really uncomfortable.
Their gossips mostly involved her friend, Rita. And goodness, Olive knew Rita's father was a really strict man who didn't let his daughter socialize much, but…
Heck, the things Olive had heard him do…
