"Rose, I challenge you. If you're not good at chess, you can choose another talent," Alma confidently proposed. "I can play the piano, chess, and even do painting and calligraphy."
Alma, being the daughter of a wealthy family, had plenty of opportunities to hone her talents. Many around her secretly admired the shimmering aura she exuded. If they could, they'd love to have the same impressive background and talents—and be the object of others' envy.
"Fine, chess it is," Rose reluctantly agreed. "One minute."
Alma was secretly delighted. She borrowed a chess set and graciously allowed Rose to make the first move.
"No need, I'll give you a three-move advantage."
What?
Alma was insulted by Rose's offer. She smiled and said, "That wouldn't be fair, would it? Competition is about fairness. I'll call you sis. Respecting the elders is a traditional virtue in Solterra. So please, make the first move."
Rose didn't want to waste her breath arguing, so she made the first move.
