...and since i don't have the wealth, let me be the money-hungry gold-digging little tart that the naive (but rich!) young man falls in love with.
and then i shall, through his determination to be with a poor shrimp like me and opposes family wishes and therefore absconds from his gilded and cushioned jet-setting cage and abandons his platinum credit cards and elopes - against my wishes - with me - realise that love is not about money.
it's about leaving money for love.
...and i have to curse the living daylights out of my stars. nabeh.
how romantic. :D
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