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.

practical,” perhaps, in case “internet work” stopped being viable.

I took a sip of water. “No. I’m quite satisfied with my work.”

Mark wiped his mouth with his napkin and looked at Daniel. “You’ve always had a generous streak. Just make sure you’re making a wise choice. Marriage is expensive enough without dragging dead weight through it.”

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