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.

my dress. My shoes were ruined.

Ryan stepped forward with concern in his face, but his father, Charles Whitmore, raised his drink and laughed loudly.

“Well,” he said while looking me up and down, “Ryan, your fiancée really does look like trash.”

Several guests chuckled.

My face burned. Ryan opened his mouth to speak, but Charles waved him silent.

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