The Fallacious Prey I

There was a girl that chose a rose, instead of a husband.

     In the world of distinct social class, the only way for a girl, who was unfortunately born in the lower part of the hierarchy, was to marry a rich lad, or a rich widower, or a rich senior, to climb the social ladder. Of course, that was if you were desperate. And most of the poor were desperate.

     The parents, even they got little to bargain, would do anything to have a hors