The Thirty-Car Bet: My Own Victory Lap

Summary

After high school graduation, everyone in my class bet $\$10,000$ that I would fail to lose weight.

Only my childhood best friend, Leo Blackwood, threw down the keys to a limited-edition supercar, betting that I would slim down:

“Thirty cars. If you win, they’re your dowry.”

Filled with joy, I lost 40 pounds in a month, ready to confess my feelings to him.

But then I overheard him joking with the school's queen bee, Scarlett Holmes: “Marry a fat pig? Me? I’d marry you sooner.”

“Lose weight? She’s lazy and greedy. She'll fail for sure.”

I gripped my skirt tightly, finally understanding.