It's funny huh? People say we have to love someone for who they are not for what they have. I've always seen it that way since I was a little kid. Things changed when I became a teenager. I had to have a boyfriend who can satisfy my life. A boyfriend who I won't lack anything when I am with him.

It was always about money. I was always holding a broom on my hand. Yes like Cinderella. I had a beautiful face and a cute smile. I was only waiting for my prince charming. I was working at the salon. Where young and old billionaires came to get their hair cut.

Madam Acharya used to say "Zee best for Zee clients. Zee clients are always Zee right oui?" she use to say those words everyday. I didn't mind holding a broom and sweeping billionaires hair. I've seen how some looked at me. I just let it sink. Slip in my mind.

When I was still growing up.. My aunt used to tell me that I should go for money. What will love do for me? She used to say money is always the way forward.

I was attending a school dance with my friend. She was rich. I had to steal the clothes I was wearing from my sister. She never lends me her clothes so I stol...well I took them without her noticing. It's not stealing, it's just taking without the owner's permission.

The school dance was fün. But I didn't enjoy it. So I went outside to get some fresh air. I caught up with my breath.

"not used to many people" said a voice behind me.
"yeah! I hardly get some air." I said.
He made me laugh. First thing my aunt told me to look was his shoes. Yeah I know it's stupid but it works.

Look at his shoes and if he is wearing brown not black.. But brown go for him. He has money... And he was wearing brown shoes. It kinda was the best feeling because I was also falling for him.

He took me to his car. When it comes to cars we look at the tyres. Nothing else. If his tyres are big or small not like normal cars he has money. And his tyres were small. I've never seen a Tyre like that.

We went to his house. When it comes to the house we look at the furniture. If it's morden or classy. Classy mhh I like it.

He offered me a drink. Virgin wine I like. The next morning.. I woke up next to him.. Did we? Ohh Yess we did.

He was still sleeping so I went to have a little tour around the house. I then saw a big picture of a woman. It was in the office. She was smiling and beautiful. She was wearing those princess dresses. Her smile was so wonderful.

I quickly returned to the bedroom before he wakes up. Who is that woman? His wife? No he seems sweet. We will never cheat at his wife and who will cheat at that beautiful woman. Maybe it's his sister..ohh she said his sister is in New Jersey. Who could that be?

I didn't ask him. He got a phone call... After that phone call he was rushy. He told me to go home. That call truly scared him off....

I was walking to my house when I saw his car passing beside me with interminate speed. Where was he rushing to? I asked my self.

I followed him. He was at the airport. He sat down on the banch waiting for someone. Then I was her. That woman on the picture. She was so beautiful like I've imagined her to be.

He greeted her respectively. One thing I knew.. That was not his wife nor sister. Then a gentleman came. He gave him the suitcases they've been traveling with. He didn't hesitate he took them.

I went back home. I was in tears and pain. Did he lie to me? Was he a billionaire or just a bodyguard and a car driver. No no I am not going to answer his calls nor his messages. I will just pretend as if it never happened.

I went to work and waited for my real prince charming with real money ... It might take a while but I am willing to wait........ Because with money there is a way forward....

THE END....