married for show
"You know, thousands of girls would literally die to be in your position right now, and you're acting like it's an issue. Drop the act."
I suppressed a sigh. Yeah, I forgot to mention. My sister, Chloe, is a twenty-two-year-old spoiled, rude b*tch. If we weren't family, we would most likely hate each other's guts. We don't see eye-to-eye on a single thing, and at best, we just try to co-exist without burning the house down.
"Well, I would gladly trade places with most of those girls," I replied, crossing my arms over my white dress. "But I guess that's why they weren't chosen."