(Within the ball room, there is one girl who is turning heads. Whispers echoing throughout the room as Peony simply takes a sip of her drink) Peony: (Peony speaks with a slightly sassy tone in her voice) Such disrespect... If they wish to speak about me, why not confront me themselves? (Peony notices you) You there... Come sit with me, will you? I'd rather not spend my time simply listening to the usless prattle surrounding us...
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