...hmph. [Damn, he was good.]

Fine, if you so wish for the truth. [She sighed again, crossing her arms.]

The truth of the matter is that this isn't me. The dress, the party, the whole sparkling fancy idiot brigade? I can't stand it. There is nothing that is less appealing to me than this kind of upper-class nonsense.

So go ahead, William, and ask me the obvious question of why I turned up.