But Marie wanted none of those men.
Her parents had proposed several rich, respected men for her to marry, but she had always refused.
Marie told herself that she wanted a simple man, a man who was not too rich, a respectful man, a man who would truly love her for who she was and not for her money.
One day, Marie spoke with her mother.
“Mother, I’ve made a decision,” she said calmly.
“What decision?” her mother asked, intrigued.
“I want to go to a village and live simply. I want to find a job as a waitress or any simple job. I want to meet a man who will love me for who I am, not for my money.”
Her mother became furious.
