Chapter Forty-Eight
This is what I was afraid of... a family get-together during the Christmas break. "So, Brooke, have you finally reached a decision on which you're going to marry?" My mother asked at dinner. "Nope." I was busy with the cutting of my steak. "Then I'd be happy to pick for you." She smiled evilly. "Dad, I don't want to marry anyone." I was hoping that he'd be more understanding but--- "Listen to your mother. It would benefit my business too." He was looking rather smug. "Can I marry a girl then?" I proposed. "As long as she's filthy rich." He replied. See what I mean here, he doesn't even give a damn. "She certainly cannot! I did not send your daughter to an all-boys school so that she can marry a girl." My mom was starting to hyperventilate. "What? You
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