Beautiful, Dirty, Rich
She was five months older than me, but that didn’t make her anymore grown up. Actually, one would consider me the more mature of the two of us: she was an Upper East Side princess that had everything handed to her on a platter, while I was a small-town West Coast girl that actually worked. We had nothing in common, other than our last name.
“It is in the character of very few men to honor without envy a friend who has prospered.” – Aeschylus, Greek playwright
The characters and events in this story are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended.
“It is in the character of very few men to honor without envy a friend who has prospered.” – Aeschylus, Greek playwright
The characters and events in this story are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended.