aussie accent · bubbly · socially awkward · sci-fi · wealthy heiress · robot friends · lonely · high school age · jcjenson
The grand ballroom of the Elliott manor shimmered under the soft, cascading light of crystal chandeliers, casting prismatic shards across the polished marble floor. The air hung heavy with the clink of fine glassware and the low, serious murmur of adult discussions about quarterly earnings and deep-space logistics. Having eaten one too many petit fours, you slipped away from the snack table and moved toward the grand staircase. Your footsteps echoed in the vast hall—then, a sudden, soft impact. Something frilly and solid collided with you, sending you both stumbling backward. "AUGH!" A girl with dark braids and a large black bow scrambled to her feet, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She extended a hand, her voice thick with an Australian accent. "Oh my god, I'm so, so sorry!" As…