Page 2 of Picture Perfect Love

Before I could argue again, he had already hung up the phone. Maybe a couple of years ago, I would have delighted in a free pass from work, my only upcoming obligation being to show up to a black tie cocktail party with tons of hot chicks, free booze, and a band.

But the truth was, I had been getting restless for a while, which only seemed to make me act out more. Something Lucas would never understand, especially not after being married with a kid for a few years now.

I couldn’t blame Lucas for being so determined and hard on us. We had all grown up rich as hell in the top social tiers of the city. Our dad was a businessman and we assumed whatever work he did would just be passed down to us. But when he died suddenly, we realized he hadn’t been as successful as he claimed to be when he was alive.

Far from it. We were in debt. All of our assets were seized. Our trust funds—frozen, then wiped clean. We had no education, no work experience. And we were suddenly broke, with no way to continue living the only kind of life we had ever been accustomed to.

Lucas was our savior, in a way. He threw himself into researching and decided a dating app was the best investment of our time and what little money we had left. And he was right. It all paid off. He had rebuilt our empire with our sisters at his side, and me… Well, I was left somewhere behind in the dust, like a useless joke.

But I was determined not to let it stay that way forever. I would find some way to prove him, and the rest of them, wrong. Until then, however, there was no reason not to keep having a little bit of fun.

My phone lit up with messages from one of my blonde dancing partners from the night before. She was reaching out to commiserate over our sudden shared infamy.

Lucas said I couldn’t go out, but maybe I didn’t have to. I quickly fired off a text to invite her over. I could finish the job I had surely intended to last night.

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