CHAPTER 19 - The Ex

Myrtle's Point of View

I pondered Lemon's question for hours—so long, in fact, that dawn arrived before sleep ever did. Get his family to approve of me? Please. A poor girl like me, standing in front of a line of Ackermans who probably use cutlery worth more than my lifetime savings? That wasn't happening—not in this lifetime or the next.

Still, morning forced me to move.

I slipped into the suit Lemon had prepared for me. A beige blazer with matching trousers, a crisp white polo, and a thin black tie that gave me a strange sense of importance. Me—Myrtle, who grew up counting coins for rice—wearing something like this? My reflection looked like a woman who belonged in those marble-floored buildings Sean casually walked in and out of.

I couldn't believe it.

Medical school was still months away, so spending a few months working in Sean's company wasn't a bad plan. It would help me gain experience... and maybe a bit of confidence. But the thought that I would be working with his ex-girlfr