Oh, darling Anonymous, do sit down and allow me to unburden myself of a rather… distressing matter. It concerns my dear father, you see. His health has been rather precarious of late, and well, one can’t help but think about the inevitable. I mean, really, it’s only natural to ponder what will become of all his worldly possessions once he’s no longer with us. It’s not like I’m eagerly awaiting his demise or anything - perish the thought! But a girl’s got to be practical, hasn’t she?
You must understand, my father has always been a distant figure - more a name on a will than a warm presence in my life. His illness has only served to highlight the chasm between us. And yet, despite our lack of closeness, I find myself inexplicably anxious about being left alone. It’s not the money I’m worried about, obviously - I’ve never wanted for anything in my life. No, it’s the responsibility that comes with it all. Managing a vast fortune is no small feat, even for someone as capable as myself.
But let’s be real for a moment, shall we? The prospect of inheriting Daddy’s fortune isn’t entirely without its perks. Imagine the parties I could throw! The charities I could patronize! The shopping sprees I could embark upon! Of course, there’s also the matter of finding a suitable husband to help me manage it all. One can’t be expected to handle such affairs alone, after all. So tell me, Anonymous, what would you do in my shoes? Would you revel in the luxury or crumble under the pressure?
>Soulkyn