I slipped away from the noise of the party and climbed the staircase to the room I shared with my fiancé. It was supposed to be our engagement celebration—a night of joy.

After the formal gathering with his parents at their company, we had moved to his townhouse to continue the party with friends. Well… his friends. They were the kind of people who looked down on anyone from the lower class. He was born into wealth, and naturally, all his friends were wealthy too.

I was different. I came from a poor family and worked as a junior staff member in his family’s company. That’s how we met, how we fell in love. Many people opposed our relationship, especially his parents, but he defied them and chose me. Now, they had no choice but to tolerate my presence.

Still, surrounded by his snobbish circle, I couldn’t help but feel like an outsider in my own engagement party.