The Billionaire's Daughter

Summary

It was Summer Boot Camp, and my period arrived.

When I reached for my custom-ordered silk pads, I found them replaced with sandpaper.

I was about to report the theft when my childhood friend, Ethan Jones, stopped me:

"I'm sorry, Audrey. I gave your pads to Carly. Just use hers for now."

I picked up the package of "sandpaper" pads, asking him incredulously:

"You want me to use this cheap trash?"

His expression darkened: "Audrey, that's humiliating. Carly doesn't come from money, but you shouldn't call her pads trash."

"Boot camp is supposed to build character, not be a vacation."