Olivia watched with a heavy frown as the boy ran off, horribly sobered up by the encounter and the smell of manure clogging her nostrils. It was a horrible, horrible smell and her steps quickened as she made her way home. Her heart pounded in her chest as she walked at a brisk pace, trying to forget the encounter altogether.

It wasn't that easy though--things the boy had said struck the socialite as awful. Perhaps because they were true. Olivia never knew an unmet want that she could remember. Excluding her beloved, of course. She'd been fed with a silver spoon, and the way the boy felt compelled to react tugged at something far deeper than the sheer fact she'd lost belongings.

She continued her trek home, the rest of it uneventful.