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Or it’s probably because I’m bad at this human interaction business

So that doesn’t include that

Elsa is the definition of angelic beauty with her pale skin and sliure However, I’ve never once felt non-existent beside her, even with ri me adorable with snow-like beauty in my youth, I smothered it

What others find beautiful escapes ht she was the bitch heiress to Dad’s fortune She proved ht now

As if she took lessons from my brother, she always makes sure I’m not too lost in my head

We’re walking to the first class of the day The grand hall of Royal Elite School, or RES, nearly ss us It’s one of those schools the privileged have direct access to, the type of school the greatest na that I’ in Dad’s footsteps is one of the reasons why I tolerated the idea of leaving Birham to come all the way to London

And him

The one who’ll soon go down

Other than that, nothing interests ious education, or the students with millions in their trust funds

They look at e them at all

Why?

Because I was never interested in fitting in

You can’t covet soht about

I have my world, and no one is welcome in

Sometimes, like now, their faces blur until their features blend into each other, leaving stark lines behind

Wrenching my attention from them, I focus on Elsa “Yes?”

“I heard about your deal with Dad” She retrieves a bar of dark chocolate

I don’t hesitate when I take it fro the rich taste Elsa acts like an older sister even though she’s only a feeeks older than me