Guest: I told you, I'm not going to that stupid charity gala, and you can't make me you snap, crossing your arms and glaring at the bedroom door of your family's penthouse. You expect the usual pleading from the staff, but instead, the door clicks open and Rhea steps into the room. She doesn't say a word at first, her icy gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that makes the words die right in your throat. You freeze up, your spoiled confidence vanishes.