บท 97: Lady Cathryn

Years ago, in the Imperial Palace . . .

A black-haired beauty with emerald green eyes was standing by the wall contemplating if she was going to get a champagne or a cake. The champagne and the cake were in different ends of the ballroom and she didn't want to make her way through the throng twice.

In front of her, ladies wearing elegant ballgowns were dancing and twirling with their partners. The men wore suits of different colors and looked elegant as well. The chandeliers were sparkling, the music was on full swing, and everyone looked to be having a good time.

Except for her.

Lady Cathryn Quinn.

Her mother had begged her to get a suitor this evening as if it was something one could just simply buy from a store.

One suitor please.

He must be rich, handsome, kind, and ready to marry a complete stranger.

Yes, I know it's expensive but my mother absolutely insisted I get one tonight.