[Princess, whatever you want, we deliver. But bikes for real? This some new aesthetic or?]]]


    [Bro why you asking so many questions? Sloane said bikes, we’re biking.]]]


    [Bet, heading out now. Won’t bete.]]


    Only my childhood best friend Dn slides into my DMs:]


    [Who are you marrying? Ethan Matthews? That scrub?]]]


    Boy’s clearly been stalking my socials these past two years.[]


    text back: [Bike over here and propose, I’ll ditch this loser for you.]]]


    I toss my phone and start tearing this ridiculous wedding dress train


    off.


    Ethan “picked” this dress–yeah right, Aria did.[]


    When it showed up, I was like, “Um, but this isn’t the short one I wanted.“]]


    Ethan goes:


    “Aria handpicked this just for you. She knows what works.[]


    Trust the professional–she’s literally a fashion designer. You’ve never worn couture before so you wouldn’t get it. Just listen to


    Aria.”


    Aria’s all fake–sweet:[]


    “Sloane honey, you don’t really know our crowd’s vibe yet. It’s totally different from your scene. You’ll learn. This one’s so you.“[


    So me? Bitch deliberately picked the most unttering thing possible.[]


    And conveniently delivered it yesterday so I couldn’t return it.[]


    She just wanted me looking busted.]


    I met Ethan at Sterling Corp when he thought I was some random employee.[]


    It was bring your family day, so no suits required. I’d biked over to grab snacks for my coworkers‘ kids.[]


    My Citi Bike scraped <b>his </b>car at the entrance. Dude was immediately whipped, chasing me hard, iming he didn’t care if I was brake–he just wanted <b>me</b>.


    Thing is, <b>I </b><b>was </b>in the middle of thus bet with Dad. He thought I was too spoiled, so I had to go undercover at Sterling Corp for two years, starting from the absolute bottom.


    If i could survive without rage quutung or getting fred, I’d inder thepany |


    But I had to do itpletely solo–no calling rich friends for favors, no family connections.


    Just me, my pathetic sry, a shoebox apartment, and my trusty Citi Bike, grinding it out with the normies.]


    But honestly? <b>I </b>killed it.]


    Rotated through departments, learned the whole business, got my bosses obsessed with me, scored two promotions.[]


    Ethan was actually sweet back then. Even thinking I was some nobody, he was all in. <b>I </b>fell for it. []


    After a year, he proposed<b>. </b>I said yes.[]


    Today was supposed to be my big reveal. The end of Dad’s test.


    Time to drop the bomb that I’m Sterling Corp royalty.[]


    I was gonna tell Ethan I’m the heiress to thepany he’s been desperately trying to partner with. []


    Plot twist–he already had the hookup.[]


    Thank god I kept my mouth shut.]


    This trash?


    Sterling Corp wouldn’t touch him with a ten–foot pole:


    Biking in a wedding dress is giving everyone whish.[]


    ???? ????????????


    This car speeds up behind me and deliberately hits a huge puddle, soaking me head to toe. I wipe outpletely.[]


    I’in getting up when I hear this obnoxious cackling.


    Look up and it’s Ethan’s whole wedding convoy. Thest car’s got one of Aria’s minions driving–they totally did that on purpose.


    When I roll up to the hotel looking absolutely wrecked, Ethan’s Range Rover is just pulling up with his whole crew.


    I lock my bike and this loud robot voice goes:[]


    “BIKE SUCCESSFULLY LOCKED.“[]


    Everyone whips around and loses it: “Oh my god, she actually biked here! Hahahahaha!“[]