Elliot wasn't wrong. And Mason was glad for that, he supposed. Any of the wealthier girls weren't looking at him anyway. He certainly wasn't the sort and he was perfectly fine with that. Even the nice middle class girls had their sights set higher, if they were any kind of smart. It put him a little more at ease, to say the least. He could relax enough to enjoy his drink.

"Isn't that kind of sad, in a way?" No greater ambition, the ease of what their family money could afford them. It wasn't true of all of them, he knew, but on the whole, this generation of the upper class was certainly not lacking in opportunity, but more so the drive to do anything with it.