She's silent longer than a fine lie might allow. Longer than she might have intended. Then, carefully. "I'm... Miang-Si. First daughter of a rich man and a beautiful woman."

As merits go, perhaps she is showing elements of unkindness towards her mother. "What should I wish to be free from?" The smile here is glass-cold, practised. "I've lived well and shall marry better. My life is perfect."