Vabaaga Country:
Varog City:
Anaika Ura clenched the hand fan tightly, not that anyone will notice it. She was getting irritated.
Look at her!
Stupid girl!
She had never liked Amy Raaga, with her average looks and weak Egav.
She didn’t have any kind of presence or dressing sense.
A pastel color A-line gown, scoop neck with puffed-up sleeves and the material was a cotton blend from the looks of it.
How can anyone wear a dress like that to this prestigious ball was beyond Anaika.
And, looking at Amy Raaga’s mother, who had a pinched look whenever she looked at her daughter, made Anaika realize that Amy chose her own dress this time.
Amy wore no jewels except a simple chain.
She was wearing a flowery crown that was nothing compared to the extravagant Kogan crown she was wearing.
