isn’t it ironic how my grandma is shipping me with every single rich dude in England while my gay ass is out here flirting with my brother’s ex-fiancée
by the end of this i’d have no husband as i will most likely get the fan thing wrong and drive him away, no wife either bc she’s my dead brother’s fiancee, and no skills bc i dont have enough diamonds and no manners bc i keep talking back to everyone who spites me