1 Mine, yours... Part 1.

There was only 1 month left from the exchange program I was participating in. I successfully passed all the exams at the American University, so I only had to take the paper from the master's degree in England. And the last 1 month was training, which helped me get redy to take my position as a manager, in the marketing department of Skailors.

The stress of the exams and the joint 7 months of suffering were deduced in a pub with the other exchange students. And it wasn't any help to my „mild" hangover, when the phone rang whipping after barely 3 hours of sleep. I tried to turn it off, but it just rang and rang…so I finally picked it up.

„Sophie! Oh my God, Sophie!"

In complete panic, Beth spoke into the phone.

„What's up ?! It's 5 o'clock in the morning I hope you know?"

„ Who cares?! That son of a b*tch boyfriend of yours has just engaged Jules! Did you know?"

„What?"

I laughed

„Are you drunk? Where do you get this bullshit from? Jules would never look at that penniless guy…"

„Damn… you really don't know?"

„What?"

My head was killing me, but somehow I sat up in bed, this many impossibilities could not be understood without water.

"As soon as you set foot out of the country, Patrick's father won the lottery. The guy is a millionaire … He bought a nice villa and car too. Of course you can think of who was the first to suddenly show up as the best friend on your guy's side…"

My mouth left open… Patrick won a lot of money…

' Finally it is the end of his misery and am I not the first one to tell? How come I don't know about it? Okay, I've been living on another continent for 7 months..but in a month I'll go home and we'll keep the engagement… Maybe you wanted to surprise me? This must be it, I'm sure ....'

„You misunderstood something… I'm sure he'll be waiting at the airport with a ring. We've been together for 7 years, believe me, I know. I love him and he loves me too."

"Sophie, your step-sister uploaded a picture, and she tagged Patrick… look at it on Ace."

"Wait a minute."

'If this is how Patrick wants to ask for my hand ... he's chosen a pretty interesting method.'

"But believe me, Jules deleted her account months ago, because she was harassed. I see Patrick's side, too. There's nothing out there."

„ You're so stupid! Jules, who is an obsessed media addict, without Ace? Did you take this seriously? You are disabled, for fuck's sake!"

"Okay, let's just say you're right, but Patrick has nothing…"

I was still looking at my boyfriends timeline.

"Well, I'll send it over. Look at it, then call me if you understand what happened."

Beth hung up and the message vibrated a minute later. It was a screenshot.

A woman's and a man's hands clasped… the man's hand is sure Patrick, I learn about that little scar on the side of his hand and the ring I showed to Jules, the one with that beautiful carvin…what I wanted to buy from my first salary… because it's the engagement ring of my dreams… and they really have been marked as engaged …

„Damn it…. What the fuck is this ?!"

My head hurt unbearably because of the hangover. I tried to think about what had happened, to put together the story of how could they screw me over… but the crying and beating my head against the wall could only generate a migraine that left me with a nice vomiting, so even water couldn't stay in my stomach for hours.

It was around noon when Amanda my roommate knocked to see if she could bring anything from the store. By then, I looked like an zombie…

'I should have noticed it, but I trusted our relationship so much… no, not true. I focused on myself to win the tender to have a better life… so I didn't speak when the daily conversations were reduced to weekly and then monthly. I was glad I had more time to learn… .but it's a damn big slap….'

My name is Sophie Miller. I come from an average middle-class family, we lived in a two-room panel apartment with my dad, without credit and any debts, the two of us, comfortably. My mother was a newbie model whose career soon broke in half, when she was conceived by one of her emerging colleagues at the age of 20. From this it could be concluded that my parents are beautiful people. I'm not that ugly either, but with my dark blonde hair, brown eyes, and average figure, I was never a prom queen. Dad always said I could be a plus size model with little energy, because the D cup breast doesn't fit the 48kg fashion show size. Of course, I was happy with my appearance, I still think that a beautiful face does not need makeup… and yeah… average…with awesome boobs.

Unfortunately, the pregnancy also forced my father out of the world of runways, into the direction of construction and then guarding, as the family had to be supported. Without a well paid job didn't earn hundreds of thousands, and sadly my mother, who loved brands and luxury, couldn't stand "deprivation" and left us for a wealthy businessman.

I haven't heard from her in 15 years. Not to be missed, Dad gave me everything I needed, he is the most fantastic person in the world. Infinitely patient, fair and kind. No wonder Jules' mother had been in love with him for over 30 years. Well, yes Jules…

I met her in the last year of elementary school. Back then she was just switching schools and she was in my class. She was quite popular because she was a lot more welthier than average. Her dad's company was dealing with clothing department, as for her mother's it was with cosmetics. Her parents were engaged as children and when Francis, her mother, turned 18, she was immediately married to Jules' father. Marriage of convenience, without love, but with a lot of money. Jules anyway is a beautiful girl with blue eyes, model figure, long sour cream blonde hair… Real princess with a princess syndrome. No one could stand it but me. That's how we became best friends.

After Francis realized whose daughter I was, and that Dad was single, needless to say, I was with Jules even if I wanted to or not. Dad was Francis first love, they met in high school. Jules' mother was constantly waiting for the moment when she could divorce her husband and hook up my father freely. She was a patient woman for 8 years as a helping good friend, keeping the other females away and getting into the trust of my father. Don't get me wrong, I especially like Francis. She treats me and my father well, so if dad is happy me too.

Well, it's no coincidence that I continued to study marketing, even as a kid, I always realized what was going to be popular soon. So on second thought, I enriched my best friend's family. If we look at the crappy 'made in china' Swedish patterned sweater or the gold body tattoo I tried because I liked it, and Jules immediately made such products with his parents, of course in better quality… which were always done as bestsellers. By the time we were 16, Jules had started the influencer life, which consisted almost of asking for my opinion on his parents 'products, and what I said, was immediatey liked by her, and began to promote them, not for a small fee, of course. Literally, I helped her reach 3 million followers altogether.

I'm not up Ngram, I barely watch Ace either posting and selfie taking was never my case, but it's not like I ever had time for it either. I managed to get into a good university where I studied sweating blood to keep the scholarship.