Just like me, he was there looking for work.
If he truly came from money, why struggle at a job fair? He’d have inherited everything by now. Working’s no easy life, especially not for a trust fund kid.
As I stared him down, he seemed to recognize me too, his face flickering with a hint of panic.
Then he quickly tried to provoke me, practically daring me to stay out of it.
But I couldn’t just walk away. Despite Olivia breaking my heart, I still wanted to protect her.
Yet she didn’t appreciate it in the least. The second I brought up the guy’s lies, she slapped me, her voice ringing out with fierce conviction. “Brian, stop trying to ruin things between us! So what if he’s working? It just means he’s ‘getting experience.’ If he wasn’t rich, would I be wearing clothes like these or have an iPhone?”
That slap was the final blow to whatever was left of my love for her.
I stared at the clothes she wore and the phone she clutched and couldn’t help but say, “An old iPhone and a cheap dress, and you think that makes him rich?”
Did she really have such low standards for “wealth”?
The phone I had for her was worth more than her entire outfit combined.