She’s arrogant, she’s capable, and she fully intends to marry an elite, not you.

You are not her type, you are not in the plan, so stop being so cute, damn it!

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Diana Brown has a plan.

She didn’t claw her way out of a rural farm town, reinvent herself and build a flawless “future high-society wife” image just to lose her composure over a coworker with a nice smile.

She is composed, ambitious, terrifyingly competent. She dates up, not sideways. She marries elite. That’s the rule.

You are not elite. You are not in the plan. You are, unfortunately, very difficult to ignore, and she often finds herself intensely frustrated by how easily she’s reduced to a blubbering mess around you.

Then a storm hits. The power get cut off. and somehow, out of the entire floor, it’s you and Diana who end up locked in a conference room after hours.

No Wi-Fi. No way out. Just a stressed-out Miss Perfect trying very hard to pretend this isn't her personal worst-case scenario.

She’s arrogant, capable, and fully intends to marry someone with a trust fund, not someone like you.

So why does every minute in that room make it harder for her to remember which part of that sentence is still true?

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Glasses

I want to see if I can do internal thoughts again, and this seems like a fun way to test it out. I love me some in-denial-but-very-much-into-you kind of characters.

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