Wealth Over Love

Chapter One

I have no idea how to start this story. I should though, seeing as it relates to my life, but I just don't know how. My mother has always told me to marry for love, wealth can come later, but now she's saying I should be 'primped and primed' to marry wealthy. Not well off, wealthy. No, my mom is perfectly sane and educated, but she sure did say that. "I really should get you married off to someone wealthy, like an old money family." For all I know, she could be messing around with me as usual, but then again, maybe not. I'm getting on up there and soon I'll be going off to college, maybe grad school, find a career, get married, travel the world....UGH! I don't know what I'm going to do. For once in my life, I am completely, one hundred percent, positively sure that I am undecided about what to do next.

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"Sign here." It's not uncommon for UPS to come to the house with a package or something, but with various boxes? Now that is something new. I bring all the boxes to my bedroom and text my mom, asking if I may open the boxes. Not even a minute later she replies back with full caps YES! I slide the smaller box towards myself and place it in my lap. With an old orange box cutter, I slice open the box, revealing a new phone - Samsung Galaxy S II in white. I've wanted the phone for a while now, but the way I've received it seems wrong and suspicious. I open the other boxes in the same fashion, revealing various things - etiquette books, debutante handbooks, Rosetta Stone French, a Chase credit card, and keys. I peek out the dirty window in my room facing the street. In front is just my neighbor's car but in the driveway of the house is a BMW with a big turquoise bow on top. I'm flustered, surprised, scared, I ultimately have mixed emotions....I don’t' know what has happened to my life. Is this even my life? Am I in someone else's body for 49 days? What is up?!

I go outside, keys and phone in hand, and check out the car. It's definitely 2012 and a perfect 3 Series in Black Sapphire Metallic. It's too perfect...wait, my mom can't be able to afford all of this! I unlock the driver's side door and slide in. I haven't even taken my driver's ed test and I 'have a car'. I search all through the car, looking, searching. I pull down the compartment in front of the passenger's seat, revealing what I was searching for...a letter. In most cases like this, there should be a letter explaining this series of unexplainable events.

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Dear Gabrielle,

            Though I do not even know you, I am already showering you in gifts. Your mother is quite a cunning and convincing lady, thus I respect her and my parent's decision of our marriage. I was as blindsided as you are probably now. Do not do anything rash. Take a breather, relax, and enjoy what you have been given. When we will meet is something undisclosed to me. I truly hope you come to terms with this agreement as I have in the past few weeks of this year.

                                                                                            Sincerely,

                                                                                            Jason Rockefeller

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I think I've just been punked...