Love Is Not Her Game

The pure, impoverished student swatted away the gold card in the young heir's hand. "Don't insult me with your filthy money!" she snapped. As someone even poorer, I picked up the card that had fallen at my feet and carefully handed it back to Lucas Lancaster. Lucas sized me up for a moment and said, "If you can get Ginny to accept the card, I'll sponsor you as well."