Enchanted
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  • Parts 24
  • Time 3h 26m
  • Reads 160
  • Votes 2
  • Parts 24
  • Time 3h 26m
Complete, First published Apr 13, 2015
[Dedicated to Danezza Plaza]
The sons and daughters of Businessmen have their own task in the business world. Young as they are, they need to learn how to deal with people: a.k.a try not to embarrass yourself in high-class parties or you're screwed. 

Sometimes they get to make friends with other children--maybe to tighten relationships, or serve as a bridge to new partnerships.

Danessa wasn't so sure about that role though, she never wanted this in the first place, but she tries. With her "I'm okay" facade, she attends her 10th party that winter in Belgium with her parents, and in the midst of it all, she realized someone had her figured out when a waiter offered her a handkerchief. 

She wasn't able to return the handkerchief, though, but being the next host of a party, Danessa decided to hire the same caterers as the one in Belgium, and maybe return that handkerchief with the owner's hand-stitched name: Riccou I.
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