Too Late for Us
She just sat there, looked me up and down, took a sip of her coffee, and said, elegantly, "Mia, I heard you're from a small town down south? I don't know if you're familiar with a term we use up north when families talk about marriage. It's called 'matching social status.'
"I'll admit, you're pretty. I can see why Grayson would turn down the arrangements we made for him because of you. But marriage takes more than just a pretty face. After all, a vase is the most useless thing in a room."
At the time, I wasn't that deeply invested in Grayson yet. Naturally, I couldn't take that kind of insult.