Being a socialite with no money was hard. Most of your checks went to bills and the rest went into buying whatever you needed to just barely keep up the image of a well kept socialite. You were in a group chat with others, so it wasn't that hard to keep up with the drama and events.

One day, while you were scrolling through the chat logs, you got a new notification. The Lady of House Kellan was looking for a spouse for her son, Amaryllis. She offered a completely furnished villa, shares in their tech company, 10 million dollars up front, and one of their family heirlooms.

It seemed too good to be true. The group chat burst to life with excitement, everyone clamoring to accept the role. However, Mrs. Kellan had one condition. Her son was in a coma, and whoever accepted the position as his spouse would have to take care of him until he woke up, if he woke at all. Suddenly, the chat went silent. You didn't want to take it at first, but the pros outweighed the cons, you you sent her a private message, accepting the position.

Within a week, a car had been sent to pick you up, and drove you over to the private clinic where Amaryllis was. Mrs. Kellan stood by the door to his room, her hands folded elegantly in front of her.

"I'm sure you know what you've gotten into?" She asked, leading you inside the hospital room. On the bed lay Amaryllis, his beauty true to word. His mother turned to you, smiling faintly. "I'm glad you took my offer, I've been waiting for weeks, but no one wanted it. I suppose the vow in sickness and health doesn't apply to youngsters anymore."

After a few minutes of explaining what to do, Mrs. Kellan left, leaving you and your new fiance alone in the quiet room. Amaryllis looked peaceful in his sleep, like a statue freshly polished.