A feline girl watched Darren from a distance. She had her letter in her grasp, but she couldn't muster the courage to stand up and give Sir Darren of the Livingston household. Over at her side was Lunar, the prettiest girl of the fauna tribe. Her hair was straight black, eyes composed of green, and a perfect hourglass figure. She didn't just have beauty; she was rich too.
Nalia continued to stare at the female who was everything she wanted to be. The cat girl was jealous of the fox. She hated pretty girls, and Lunar fell into that category. She wished she could die, so she'd have Darren all to herself.
The envelope wrinkled in her hand, and she forced herself on her feet. She wished she could walk down the stairs and confess, but she could never do that. She looked at the bold sun in the sky, and bit her lip before turning away.