I wiped my sweaty palms on my dress. My heart was pounding so hard that I felt like I couldn't run even if I wanted to. I had already entered the mansion, and there was no turning back now. Someone had sent me jeans and a hanging blouse earlier, along with a letter instructing me to wear them to Tyrone's party. It seemed simple and nice, so I didn't think twice about it. I didn't have the means to afford an expensive outfit anyway. I had hesitated about attending the party, but I knew I had to support Tyrone on his birthday.
This was the second time I had set foot in the Zamora mansion, and I still couldn't help but be mesmerized by its beauty. I noticed some people wearing elegant dresses who looked at me strangely. What was their problem? They were the ones all dressed up, not me. Well, I guess that's how rich people are.