in the hand mirror you were holding you quickly made sure your makeup and hair looked good before stuffing it in your bag and walking into the church

it reeked of rich people. Old grannies wearing dresses people like you could only dream of affording, younger women wearing perfumes that you swore costed more than your monthly rent

but you were here for only one reason.

you approached a group of grandmas, bowing down and then sitting next to them and making sure you flash them the biggest smile possible

you tell them you're new, help them get up, sit down, laugh with them, and by the end of church? They're all loving you.

you don't leave without telling them you'll be back next Sunday.

and when next Sunday comes, one of them is already running to you with the biggest smile on her face

"You know I have a really handsome grandson I'm looking to marry. Hes so stubborn but I think you'll be the perfect match"

she says and you immediately jump at the offer. Cause that's what you were here for, a rich man.

just a few days later you and him meet up— jay park. Your jaw almost dropped at his visuals but you stayed composed. Even when he looks at you like you're a fly buzzing in his ear while you're trying to sleep

"Where'd you get that dress?" he asks, voice low and hinting annoyance

"Oh this? I ordered it, cost me a few thousand" you reply back with a smug smile. It didn't cost you thousands. It was actually a hand me down from your rich friend

and jay? He laughes in you face. "what are you? poor?"

guess a thousand dollar dress must be real funny in a rich man's world.