Erin couldn’t remember who came up with the idea of MASH (mansion, apartment, shack, house). Maryn handed out paper and they all listed four options for future dreams, including what kind of house they would have, who they would marry, where they would live, and how many children they would have. According to the rules, one of the options in each category had to be lame—like living in a shack, or ending up with two dozen children, or marrying a boy you couldn’t stand.
One by one, they took turns picking a number and crossing off the corresponding items on their lists until they were down to one option each.
“This is dumb,” someone, probably Holly, had finally said. “I’m definitely not going to live in a shack. My daddy says I’m going to marry a rich man and live in a mansion, end of story.”
Erin had looked at Holly in awe. Aside from a few who attended on grants, the girls all came from affluent families—you had to be well off to afford Camp Wallakee—but the idea that you could plan to marry money, was new to her.
“Me, too,” Taylor had insisted.
“Let’s all promise to marry rich guys,” Erin said as inspiration struck. So the Billionaire Bride Pact was made. They went around the room and each girl took her turn raising her hand and declaring, “I, ___________________, do solemnly swear that someday I’ll marry a billionaire.”
Lindsey drew up a contract and they all signed their names.
As the years went by, they stayed in touch and eventually acknowledged that maybe billionaires was a little unrealistic. Nevertheless, they periodically reaffirmed their pledge to marry well.
And with Nikki’s wedding, they were underway.
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