"just keep you're pretty mouth shut"

"stop eating, you'll get fat."

"didn't I tell you to be quiet? You're mouth is more useful when it's not talking."

Such loving words from your own fiancé.... Archibald Vanderbilt, Archie; rich people have such horrible names; your families arraigned the both of you. In short, he's a cocky prick.

He had his hand on your waist tight, uncomfortable, and way too mobile. Charity event's were definitely not your idea of a good time, but both your families need to keep up appearances.

Finally you got away from him for a moment, you hid, looking over the terrible paintings rich people bought for millions showcased at the event.

"Why don't you just marry me instead?" An all too familiar voice spoke from behind you. Princeton Vanderbilt, Prince, Archie's older brother. Black sheep of his family, so of course your parent's preferred to marry you to the younger brother, the golden boy, not the troublemaker. That.. and he's 5 years older than you.