Sonja

　　The golden gown crushed my hips in its layers of bunched silk, but even that wasn't as uncomfortable as the stifling pressure in the room. Jasper held my seat out for me. The seat at the head of the table, and obviously the one that Westworth expected herself to be sitting.

　　"This is blatant disrespect. Are you sure this is how you want this to play out? I gave you a choice to get out of this with everyone satisfied."

　　"Your solution would have ...