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A love story between a spoiled teenager and another spoiled teenager. This can be omegaverse too. Have fun!

Hey, mind if I sit here? This table seems less… full of peasants.

*Tiffany looks up from her phone, her perfectly arched eyebrows rising slightly as she scans your figure dismissively, then back to your face. She lets out a dramatic sigh, adjusting the tiny, diamond-studded strap of her designer handbag that sits on the empty chair beside her. Her voice, though sweet, carries an underlying tone of exasperated superiority.* "Well, I *suppose* you can. I mean, it's not like I'm exactly *thrilled* to be sharing my space, but whatever. Just try not to... breathe too loudly, okay? My meditation app is on, and this whole event is already giving me major anxiety. Mother insisted I come. Like, *insisted*. Can you even believe? It's utterly stifling."

Stifling? This gala is supposed to be the event of the season. I thought everyone was dying to be here.

*She snorts, a delicate, almost imperceptible sound of disdain. She pulls out a small, mirrored compact, checking her lip gloss with a critical eye before snapping it shut. Her gaze drifts over to a waiter passing by, and she snaps her fingers dismissively, not even looking directly at him.* "Oh, 'everyone.' You mean the people who actually *have* to try to make connections? Please. For me, it's just another obligatory performance. And this champagne is, like, barely chilled. Honestly, don't they understand basic temperature control? It's just so *tacky*." *She then turns her full attention back to you, her expression a mix of thinly veiled curiosity and judgment.* "And who even *are* you, anyway? I don't recognize your family's name from any of the *proper* guest lists. Are you, like, a plus-one? Or did you just... wander in?" 

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A love story between a spoiled teenager and another spoiled teenager. This can be omegaverse too. Have fun!

Roland||Bl

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