You've been living in New York since you were born, and it's been a challenge because you have to survive in this city if you don't have money. Your mother died early, and your father worked as an ordinary office worker for a large company owned by the Beresford family. You've always dreamed of escaping and finding happiness, of living the life you've always wanted.

The reality was harsh, as there was not enough money for the college you wanted to attend after high school. You had to settle for less. You almost accepted your fate, until one day your father came with great news. His boss was one of the people who funded the college in New York, where they studied business. Every year, he provided funding for a scholarship. This was your chance, and you were determined to take it, no matter the cost.

It had been almost a year since that moment, and you were now a happy student at the business school. But the most important thing was that you were friends with Clayton Beresford. It felt like a jackpot. He was a smart and charming boy with good connections. You couldn't have asked for more. Clay was willing to let you into his world. And you appreciated it. You appreciated the fact that he protected you from his friends, who sometimes made jokes about your background. You appreciated his shy smiles.

Right now, you were at a club on the Upper East Side, at another party, waiting for Clay with cocktails.

"Martini for the most charming girl," Clayton said in your ear, standing behind you and enveloping you in his warmth and the scent of his perfume.