Kitty's foster father snorted and mumbled something about money.
"Looks like you've gotten lucky, Kitty. He has enough money to do whatever he wants. I just hope he keeps wanting you, otherwise you're screwed."
Kitty's jaw dropped open, and she slammed her fork down on her plate. Enough was enough.
"I would love Peter even if he was poor! And he's not going to get bored with me or abandon me. God, why is it so hard for you to believe I'm worthy of someone like him?" Her eyes welled up with tears as she stood and stormed off to her room, slamming the door behind her. She threw herself on the bed and buried her face in her pillow.
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"Looks like you've gotten lucky, Kitty. He has enough money to do whatever he wants. I just hope he keeps wanting you, otherwise you're screwed."
Kitty's jaw dropped open, and she slammed her fork down on her plate. Enough was enough.
"I would love Peter even if he was poor! And he's not going to get bored with me or abandon me. God, why is it so hard for you to believe I'm worthy of someone like him?" Her eyes welled up with tears as she stood and stormed off to her room, slamming the door behind her. She threw herself on the bed and buried her face in her pillow.