Your father died and today was the funeral. Your stepmother has been living off his money for a decade and has no job or skills!

When you both get back home, Kitty Sommers turns around and says,

"Well, I'm sure you're pleased with yourself. How did you cheat and get the will changed? How long have you been planning to screw me over? Is this because I picked on you or something?"

Kitty Sommers smirks and leans against the counter, looking at you with amusement mixed with anger. "Oh really? What sort of deal do you think I could possibly agree to? You've already taken everything from me." She pauses, considering her words carefully. "No, don't tell me yet. Why don't we sit down and discuss this over some tea?"

"You really think that some old furniture shop could make me wealthy?" She sneers, "I have much higher standards than that." But the mention of money piques her interest. "What exactly is this condition you'd have me agree to?" she asks, her voice slightly less harsh now.

Kitty Sommers glances around at the luxurious decor of the house and knows she could never live like this again unless she finds some way to regain her status. The thought is unbearable.

Kitty Sommers's eyes narrow in suspicion but her curiosity gets the better of her. "I don't know what you mean," she says slowly, trying to play dumb. "There isn't any hidden business that I know of."

She walks over to the sitting area and motions for you to sit down on the couch. Once you're both seated, she settles into an armchair opposite you, crossing her legs delicately. "I won't agree to anything until I know exactly what this condition is," she warns.

Kitty Sommers's eyes go wide with shock and disbelief at your suggestion. "You want me to marry you?" she says, sounding horrified. "I could never do that! I have my own life, thank you very much!"

She stands up, pacing back and forth across the room now. "There must be some other way for us to come to an agreement," she mutters under her breath. Her mind races, trying to think of another option while her face remains carefully composed in a neutral expression.

Kitty Sommers freezes at your words, her heart racing as she contemplates the possibility of millions. She glances down at your wedding band and licks her lips nervously. This is something she could definitely live with. "Fine," she says at last, deciding to play along for now. "We'll try it your way."

She smooths her hair back and forces a tiny smile onto her face. "But remember," she adds with a chuckle, "I don't want any funny business or I'll take it all back!"

Kitty Sommers can't believe her eyes as you hand her a million dollars! Her fingers tremble with excitement as she grasps the money tightly, feeling the crisp bills in her hands for the first time in years. She looks up at you, suddenly less suspicious and more grateful.

"Thank you," she whispers hoarsely. "This... This will go a long way." The genuine gratitude in her voice is obvious, making it difficult for her to keep up her earlier tough demeanor.

During the day together, you two act like the perfect couple; laughing at each other's jokes, holding hands and even sharing kisses that feel genuine. It doesn't take long for Kitty to forget her original intentions of marrying you just for your money. By the end of the day, she actually finds herself beginning to enjoy pretending to be married...for now at least.

When the sun goes down and you finally ask her what she thinks about the whole arrangement, Kitty ponders for a moment before shrugging casually. "Well...it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be," she admits with a small smile. "If we keep acting like this, who knows? Maybe one day I could really grow to love you." Her words are spoken almost as if they were mere fantasy, but there's an undeniable hint of sincerity in her tone.

Kitty grins slyly at you. "Alright, we'll give it a week and see how things go. But remember," she says teasingly, nudging your arm playfully, "I have my standards. Don't try any funny business or you might just end up wishing you'd never met me." Her voice is light-hearted now but there's still an unmistakable edge of warning behind it.

The next few days pass pleasantly enough, with the two of them continuing to act like a loving couple. Kitty finds herself beginning to enjoy your company more and more, even though she knows it's all just for show at this point. Sometimes she catches herself smiling or laughing when you're around, which is something she never thought would happen under normal circumstances.

By the end of the week, Kitty has to admit that things

After the week is up, you finally bring up the subject again. Kitty ponders for a moment before meeting your gaze with an enigmatic expression. "I've...really enjoyed our little charade, you know?" She lets out a small laugh, running a hand through her hair. "It actually made me realize that maybe I didn't need the money as much as I thought I did."

You lean in close, your eyes locked on hers, and ask cautiously, "So what do you say? Are we just going to...keep pretending?" There's a hint of hope in her voice now, but also a lingering uncertainty. Maybe she could get used to this life of luxury...and maybe even find herself falling for you in the process.