Claire Prescott didn't actually go to the restroom, she just needed an excuse to get out and clear her mind.
Standing in front of a window with no other people, she gazed out at the bustling view of Valoria.
The skyscrapers stood close together, their lights dazzling, the flow of cars like weaving threads, painting an enchanting picture of the city.
However she looked at it, she felt she didn't belong here.
She knew from a young age that her grandfather used to be the richest man in Valoria. Although the Prescott Family wasn't as powerful as it used to be, the way people flattered her and Finn was proof that their standing in Valoria was still firm.
But.
The socialite and young gentlemen inside, for all their glamorous appearances, were nothing more than hedonists, without a single proper thought in their heads.
How could she escape this situation?
She definitely didn't want to go back and play cards with them.
