My Secret with the Crown Prince of The Port Cinder Elite
I am a fallen heiress from a wealthy family.
By accident, I grabbed the wrong phone and projected my boyfriend's chat history onto the party's big screen.
"Darling, I've written 300 pages in My Security Guard's Journal, but I'm still waiting for you to come back and even glance at me."
"My heart, which has been scaling fish at Walmart for ten years, and I will miss you until the end of time."
The socialites who were already mocking me now had a field day, treating me as a complete laughingstock.
"No wonder they say Marnie Crestworth has no taste, dating such a corny low-life. He's clearly a Loser!"
"Sigh, her family went bankrupt, and now she's fallen so low as to marry a poor security guard who moonlights as a fishmonger!"
That is, until the renowned Heartthrob, the Crown Prince of The Port Cinder elite, appeared and pulled me into his arms.
"Apologies, but that was just me inspecting my properties on-site. After all, the entire street belongs to my family, which makes it just right for a betrothal gift."