They say true love can’t be bought. So, for two years, I tried to earn it. I became Anna—an orphan with a threadbare apron and a life that fit into a single, tiny room. I poured coffee to escape a golden cage, searching for a love that wasn't a transaction, a love that saw the person, not the purse. They saw a lamb. A weak, simple thing to be pitied. It was the perfect disguise.
Then I met Lia...
