"The Lunar Gala is approaching. I think Arielle should join Serena on the debutante stage."
Richard leaned back in his chair and thoughtfully tapped his fingers on his wooden desk. Once he had learned about Serena's yet another fiasco at the arts festival, he could no longer risk the idea of allowing her to mingle with high society without supervision.
Angela widened her eyes, utterly stunned by her husband's outrageous words.
"Are you out of your mind? How can you say something like that?! The Lunar Gala is one of the most important events in every woman's life! Arielle is still only seventeen – she has to wait until next year."
"Her birthday is just a couple of months away," Richard retorted, irked by his wife's protest. "Serena has caused a lot of trouble recently. She will definitely be the star of the Gala, but that attention won't do her any good. She needs to stay out of focus for a while. Arielle's appearance will only make things better for your daughter."
