Mira smirked a bit as the butler called her Miss Mira. She was usually only called that by someone 40 years older than her, and when she was in trouble. Oh well, she followed silently, but with her sunglasses hiding the expression of her eyes, a simple, haughty smirk on her lips while they walked to the castle. [b]”I woulda thought they’d send a carriage or fancy ass limo,”[/b] she said, not complaining but just thinking out loud. After all, the other three girls were deadly silent. It was annoying really. 

When they reached the castle, Mira handed off her bag, heavy with a bottle of booze between her clothes, to Elena. [b]”Thanks, hon,”[/b] she smiled, rolling her shoulders as if to be glad to be rid of the weight. Mira then began looking around them at the interior of the castle, smiling and nodding in satisfaction. [b]”I always thought I belonged in a castle. Don’t I look like a princess to you?”[/b] she asked Lilly with a raised eyebrow, pausing for a legitimate response before laughing a bit and causing the shirt barely hanging on her shoulders to droop more. She readjusted herself and ran a hand through her tangled locks, yawning as they headed into the dining hall.