I held the pen mid-air. The gold tip glinted under the overhead lights, mocking my poverty. All I had to say was: Hey, Max, I’m not your fiancée, I’m a girl who owes money on her water bill, I'll just see myself out.But before I could gather the courage, Maximiliano's gaze drifted from my face down to my clothes. His sharp businessman expression quickly morphed into that of an offended fashion critic."By the way," he said, gesturing to my outfit with a slight nod. "Since we’re getting married and you’ll have to attend public events at my side, I need to know something. Is that suit a social protest against the textile industry? Or did you lose a bet?"I opened my mouth, highly offended. My survival instinct vanished, completely crushed by my pride as an expert bargain hunter. That blazer had cost me two dollars at the downtown flea market, I had hand-washed it with neutral soap, and sewed on brand-new buttons myself. It was my masterpiece."For your information, this is circular fas
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