The Girlfriend Selection
Late that night, I came across a post online.
[I've been with my boyfriend for seven months. Out of nowhere, he dumped me, saying I got eliminated from the girlfriend selection. That's when I found out that in their rich social circle, it's normal to date a dozen girls at the same time, score them regularly, kick out the lowest, and pick the best one to marry.]
It sounded so ridiculous. I couldn't help but jump into the comments and tear into the guy.
Then I saw a reply from my boyfriend's secretary, Ayla Butler.
[Well, considering his status, it's only fair. For high-value men like him, a selection process makes sense.]
I rolled my eyes so hard that it almost hurt. I was just about to fire back when I heard the front door open.
Fred Thompson and I had been together for five years. He had always been attentive, gentle, and endlessly patient. I had already made up my mind that the moment he proposed, I would tell him the truth about who I really was, the daughter of the richest man in the country.
I never expected to catch a glimpse of his phone lighting up with a message.
[You hooked up with Ayla again today? Gave her such a high score, too. Keep this up, and Hannah's gonna lose!]