I walked into the BBQ party soaked and covered in mud, and my fiancée’s father sneered at me, “You really look like trash.” I clenched my fists, ready to turn around and leave… when the mansion doors slowly opened.

would that be?”

Margaret looked directly at Ryan… then at me.

“I hadn’t decided,” she said calmly. “Until today.”

Gasps spread across the patio.

Charles slammed his glass onto the table hard enough to shatter it.

“You would hand this family’s future to her?” he shouted.

Margaret narrowed her eyes.

“No,” she said coldly. “I would hand it to the people you continue reading …