Elodie had mentioned sending me three million because I had my eye on a luxury yacht near the seaside campus. This was to be my reward after successfully entering college.
I had planned to reserve it during summer vacation and invite my classmates for a joyride.
Hence, Elodie sent the money early, as new luxury yachts required customization.
However, when I called, Elodie was enthusiastically trawling with fishermen, providing Jennifer the perfect opportunity to concoct stories about me.
She blithely spread rumors around school, dubbing me a fishmonger's daughter and accusing me of selling a fake upper-class image, labeling me shameless.
Soon, the story of my fishmonger heritage spread throughout campus, with discussions about the extent of my family's poverty, wondering how impoverished we must be to need to sell fish to cover tuition and living expenses.
"So, Lillian isn't the real deal. She looked so innocent, yet so fake," they'd say.
"Even her designer labels are fakes. She's so vain."
"Or maybe she's actually using genuine goods, just letting a sugar daddy foot the bill."