The Rejected True Heiress
It was the same thing year after year, and everyone was only getting more boring.
“Another time, Gizel,” I gave her a crooked grin, her cheeks flushing.
“You know, you really could at least try to enjoy this, Zane,” a classmate sniffed as she swanned past.
“Aw, c’mon Lexi! Don’t be mad, I’m thriving,” I shouted. “They’ve got microscopic cheese cubes, shrimp, and punch! I’ve never felt more alive!”
She smiled back with a wink, “Sure, just save me a dance.”