My Fiancé and Brother Chose Her,So I Burned It All Down

The poor scholarship girl I sponsored had a habit of ruining things while meaning well. I'd scored a perfect 1600 on the SATs, and she went behind my back and switched my Ivy League application to a lowly trade school.

When I found out, I confronted her, my voice shaking with rage.

"Why did you touch my application?"

The scholarship girl burst into tears and threw herself into my fiancé's arms.

"Pamela Pruitt, with a 1600 you can only get into one school. A trade school only needs a 400, so you could get into three.