Now is probably the time when most people start to wonder why this is such a problem? It would be amazing to be dating someone who would inherit billions of dollars, wouldn't it? Perhaps it would be if you were also of the same social class. To put things in perspec
The British man didn't speak a sound, but the American knew exactly the situation and the solution. "Well, I do have an idea on what you can do." Green eyes trailed up in interest. "Rent a girl."
"Rent?" The blue eyed boy nodded. "Are you kidding you bloody git!?" The Englishman grabbed his collar.
"Get off me, dude! So not cool!"
Arthur, the Englishman released his collar tie. "I'm serious, dude. Just rent a girl and rehearsal a script. It's not that hard. Then once you get the money, you pay her and that's that."
Arthur rethought. It wasn't a bad idea. Not bad at all. "Where do you find these t-things, wanker?"
"Anywhere. But first! You have to interview them, and do background checks. You won't want some serial killer in your house, right?"
"Alfred, I cannot believe yo
As you were pretty much broke, you had to crawl to France for a job as a servant, no matter how hard you didn't want to. Your pride was pretty much the only thing you had.
You walked over to the table where the trays and appetizers were for the servers to, well, serve, the people. France's infamous perverted laugh echoed through the room and you let out a sigh as you loaded more food onto the silver platter.
This place never made you feel at home, but tonight, with all the people in here, you felt a hundred times worse.
Glancing over to where your 'master' was, you saw crowds of women surrounding him. You gaze grew angry as you noticed half of them were wearing skimpy dresses and push-ups, obviously trying to get the Frenchman's attention.
You couldn't believe that those woman would just throw themselves at France like that. You know you never would.