I never mentioned to my fiancé that I earn ninety thousand dollars every month. He’d always assumed I lived on a tight budget and saved obsessively. So when he invited me to meet his parents for dinner, I decided to try a little experiment: act like a sweet, financially struggling girl—and see how they treated someone they believed had nothing.

Daniel said you’re probably not much of a wine person.”

I looked at him. “Did he?”

He shrugged. “I just meant you’re simple. Low-maintenance.”

Low-maintenance. It was one of those words men like to use when they mean they have enjoyed not needing to stretch themselves to meet you fully. I nodded as if he had complimented me and accepted a glass anyway.continue reading …