Girl, You Sold Too Early
Year three of hiding who I was and dating Jenny Knapp, my parents finally said yes to the marriage.
I rushed home, ready to tell her—then froze outside the door.
Jenny was inside with Nolan Cruz, her childhood friend.
"My neighborhood's about to get redeveloped. Big payout. You can finally dump that loser and be with me. If my family hadn't gone broke, you wouldn't have settled for him."
No pause.
"I'll tell him my family's drowning in debt so we can break up. Then I'll register the marriage with you right away."
The words on my tongue died.
I pushed the door open.
She turned to me, face tight. "My family owes $500,000. I don't want to drag you down. Let's break up."
"Sure."
I pulled out my phone and texted my dad.
[Dad, don't transfer those three buildings to Jenny. Cancel the South Borevia redevelopment project.]
If she thought we were worlds apart, I'd show her exactly where I stood.