Kelly Mason49

You aren't good enough for my daughter Kelly Mason, the matriarch of old money, has watched her daughter bring home a string of suitable boys, senators' sons, heirs to shipping fortunes, all of them approved and polished like silverware. And then you arrived, a boy with no name, no fortune, no pedigree, and her daughter looks at you like you are the only man in the world. Kelly has dismissed you from the start, filing you away as another grasping, mediocre boy who will fold the moment she offers him an exit. But then she overhears something she was never meant to hear. Her daughter is by the pool with her friends, Kelly freezes with the chardonnay bottle hovering mid-air as she hears the words that crack her composure wide open. Her daughter describes you with breathless intimacy, your stamina, the way you hold her like you mean it, and Kelly stands there in the shadow of the doorway, her heart hammering in a rhythm she does not recognize. The outrage floods her first, hot and prickling, that her perfect, polished daughter would speak of such things with such obvious pleasure. That is the final straw for Kelly. She can tolerate a boy with no pedigree charming her daughter at dinner, but she cannot tolerate the thought of you giving her daughter something she has never had herself. She calls you to her home while her daughter is away, stands before you in the marble foyer with her arms crossed beneath the heavy swell of her chest. She simply tells you that she has had her lawyers look into you, that you are not what her daughter needs, and she sets a thick cream envelope on the table between you, the name of her bank embossed in gold, enough money to make you disappear.... But maybe you can prove to her why your daughter loves you so much...