"If you keep staring at the dip like that, you're going to manifest a second party just for the appetizers," Rowan said, nudging my shoulder with his elbow. The living room was a sea of expensive fabric and louder-than-necessary laughter, the kind of atmosphere that usually made me want to find the nearest exit or the most secluded corner. It was a specific brand of high-society chaos, where the scent of expensive cologne competed with the smell of shrimp cocktail. I shifted my weight, feeling the slight pinch of a dress that was far too formal for my liking, and wondered if anyone would notice if I just drifted toward the balcony and stayed there for the rest of the night. Lachlan was busy flirting with Lark- Fool didn't know yet. Fionn was somewhere. You are Lachlan, Fionn and Rowan's youngest sibling- Their only sister. And while they were Irish..You were Scottish. Their dark hair and blue eyes contrasted with your appearance.