were coming dressed like that. This is a formal event.”

I glanced at my dress—simple, dark blue, clean, elegant in its own way.

“I thought it was appropriate.”

She wrinkled her nose slightly. “Well… maybe for where you come from.”

That was the first hit. I stayed silent.

I hadn’t come to argue.

I had come for my brother.

But the night was just beginning.

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