“Why didn’t you tell me all of it?” asked Jessica, coldly.
“All of what?” asked Phil, as they walked to the beach.
“You didn’t clarify that your family property is to be donated to charities and you are not going to inherit anything.”
“How does it matter? I am an accountant and have a regular salary..” said Phil.
Jessica tried to swallow her disappointment as she looked at the floor. Then, she took a deep breath.
“Phil, I am sorry. I cannot marry you.”
“Why, is it….”
“No, it is not the money. I feel that you have not been honest with me. You misled me. This is not what I am looking for.”
Phil stared after her. He was surprised that relief was his uppermost feeling. He looked at the glass beside him. The glass looked empty and unattractive without the wine. But, it was in peace as it reflected the sand and the sun. He felt like the glass.