He could already imagine the headlines.
Taylor Group's Heir Celebrates Seventeenth Birthday with Grand Ball!
Prominent Figures Gather to Celebrate Leo Taylor's Coming of Age!
Who Will Be the Lucky Partner Dancing with the Taylor Heir?
Leo shuddered.
No.
Absolutely not.
"F-Father, when you say a ball..." He swallowed nervously. "Do you mean the martial way?"
Lucas paused.
For a moment, he seemed to consider the suggestion.
"Hmm. That's an interesting idea, but no."
Leo's shoulders slumped.
"A ball is an occasion for dancing and socializing, isn't it? Why would we turn it into a martial arts gathering?"
Because that would be infinitely better than what you're planning!
Leo desperately wanted to say that aloud.
Unfortunately, he knew better than to provoke his father when he was in this kind of mood.
"Father."
"Hmm? What is it?"
"Could you please reconsider?"
Lucas tilted his head.
"Reconsider what?"
"The entire idea."
"The ball?"
"Yes, the ball."
"Why?"
