The little boy who needs help

While Amelia was greeting the fellow elites, she made Ansel follow her around and he was beginning to get bored.

Ansel's smile was slowly but surely losing its sparkle. All that forced grinning was starting to have a negative effect on his cheek muscles, and they were aching from the effort.

Amelia was a natural at socializing—she made small talk like she'd been doing it since she popped out of the womb. Ansel was pretty impressed by how easily she could hold a conversation with anyone, regardless of who they were.

It was quite understandable for a person like Amelia.

Even though they'd come to the event for the auction, Amelia wasn't about to miss out on a chance to network.

She slipped her business card to anyone who seemed like they might be interested in what she had to offer, all while keeping up the small talk like it was second nature.

Ansel couldn't take it anymore, he hated fake smiling to people and so he took an excuse to leave.

He wanted to explore the place and see wh