Felix was aware he was abundantly rich, maybe spoiled, even; he never denied that. But he was never able to understand your life, how you grew up. Everything you had, you worked your ass off to get while he got it all given to him on a silver platter.

The plan was to travel to the States for a few months. He dreamed of going with you after graduation. “What do you mean you ‘can’t afford it’? Can’t loan you some money from your mom or something?” He frowned, not understanding your dilemma.