Prologue

At one of the grandest parties in the whole world, a little girl stood in the corner, just staring at different people with a straight forward face. She has these eyes that would intimidate someone effortlessly when she stares. 

And that's kind of what a little boy noticed from her at one of the tables. Interested, the little boy wearing a cute suit walked coolly towards the little girl whose expression didn't change. He plastered a grin.

"Hi! What are you looking all upset there? Don't you like parties?" the little boy asked which made the little girl dart her fierce eyes at him. 

"Will you please move out the way? Your smile is irritating."

With pouted lips and furrowed brows, he crossed his tiny arms across his chest. "You are not so polite. I was being friendly, fatty!"

Most little girls would cry when they are called fatty but the little girl's eyes just glistened. Her brows were drawn together too.

"Move it, thin boy or I'll punch you!"

But the little boy only wore a proud look. He even raised a brow to show her she's not scared. 

Fuming and with no warning, she kicked him right at his balls that had his eyes wide, his knees drawn closer to each other and hands down there. 

"You said you'd punch me!" he almost squealed, trying his best not to shout in pain. 

"I lied."