NovelEnglishMia was practically beaming, gushing about Miss Bennitt of the illustrious Bennitt family with animated excitement.
“You probably don’t even stand a chance of seeing her face, bless your heart. | mean, she’s a Harvard grad. She's way out of your
league. Word on the street is you're just a run-of-the-mill college girl. Managed to claw your way up to this point—gotta admire the
hustle, though no telling how many beds you've bounced through.”
From the moment Zoey knew Mia was hot on her trail, she braced herself for the inevitable barrage of mockery.
She didn’t bother with a response, just hobbled forward.
Mia sneered, snapping a photo of Zoey'’s retreating figure and blasting it to her clique with a hearty dose of ridicule.
[You see? Limping like a beggar.]
[This chick really thinks she’s something, doesn’t she? Daring to throw a punch.]
[She does look like a beggar, Mia. Heard your brother's getting hitched to the Bennitts? Is that because of Tyler's influence?]
The Bennitts' vast fortune made their daughter the cream of the crop, leagues beyond Zoey.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMia kept up the chat in the group.
[My brother's ripe for marriage, and the folks are pressing him. Miss Bennitt's coming hsoon, right? Looks like the parents on
both sides have had a chat.]
Others in the group harbored their little schemes. Who wouldn't want to snag Fitch?
But considering Tyler's connections, Fitch's willingness to marry into the Bennitts likely had something to do with his influence.
After all, there were plenty of heiresses his age that Fitch could choose from, but he singled out a Bennitt.
The group fell into a mix of congratulations and silence, unsure of what else to say.
Meanwhile, Zoey had made it to her car, her ankle swollen so badly she couldn't drive.
She slid into the driver's seat, gazing out at the bright lights in the distance, feeling like an outsider to Fitch's world.
No matter how hard she tried to fit in, this circle judged by generational wealth.
What was her own effort compared to years of family business? It didn’t stand a chance.
She chuckled bitterly, the sting of humiliation fresh as she recalled the pitiful texts she'd sent him.
Gritting her teeth against the pain in her ankle, she drove off. Every cell in her body seemed to scream in protest until, halfway
through, she felt numb.
Pulling over, she flipped through her phone, her eyes welling up at the sight of her one photo with Fitch.
Every memory they shared was etched in her mind alone.
What was this all for?
She pressed delete, but as the phone asked for confirmation, her finger trembled.
It was the only photo she had with Fitch. After tonight, she'd avoid him as much as possible.
They were worlds apart. Getting close was impossible.
Deleting the photo would erase the last shred of hope.
Her finger paused, and eventually, she couldn’t do it. She even created a hidden folder just for that one picture.
After securing her memories, she tossed the phone aside and zoned out in her seat.
But then, her phone pinged—a faint sound in the dark that jolted her heart.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe secretly hoped it was Fitch, and scolded herself for the thought. She was beyond help.
But it wasn’t him. A message from an unknown number requested to add her as a friend.
She accepted, and the stranger immediately sent a message.
[Is this Zoey?]
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