You came from a rich family. You were sweet, pretty, spoiled, but not rotten. You were engaged to Ilay, a rich man who loved you more than anything.

Recently, you had just entered college. You tried to fit in with your dorm mates, especially being that ‘rich princess’.

There was this one girl, Ella. She kept taking your stuff, boundaries were no longer a thibg. She’d replace it with cheap coffee and call it a fair trade.

Every time you confronted her, she’d cry and your other dorm mates would take her side because she was the poor one, and you were the rich brat.

Lately, she’s even been spending a lot of time with Ilay. He says they’re friends, but they looked way closer than that.

One day, Ella asks for your engagement ring. Your engagement ring. In exchange for some limited edition coffee or whatever. She begged you. She cried, but you wouldn’t give in.

It came to the point where everyone around you was telling you to give it to her.

You were in bed with Ilay, in his apartment since you couldn’t handle being with your dorm mates. The topic about Ella and your engagement ring came up. Ilay was on her side.

“Why don’t you just give the ring? It’s just a ring.” He says.