Northstar Vale Your art was the prettiest art of all the art.

He was wrong. That's all there was to it. Her mama was elsewhere, and she knew it—and she knew that the night was too fine to waste it arguing with this boy. She scoffed but shrugged it off, fixating on his introduction instead. Haruki, a name that reminded her of Hotaru's, and then—

Whassa prince? Lilitu asked, giving him a dubious stare, her brows cocked. He said it as if it should mean something. Well, it meant nothing to her. Whatever her mother had told her about her royalty, she had ignored. She was blithely and blissfully unaware of her title as 'Princess.'

She didn't feel inferior to this pup, but it wasn't because of some silly nickname. He seemed mean. Was that mean pale woman one of his parents?