Marry a Slob Novel – I decided to marry a man who barely reached my chin, his back hunched over, with dark, rough skin. His long nails were packed with dirt. When I brought him to dinner with my close friends, they thought I had lost my mind.”If Grace hadn’t begged me and thrown money at me, I wouldn’t have bothered showing up,” he said, his voice dripping with disdain.
I hurried to pull out a chair for him. “Thanks, honey. I really appreciate it.” My friends all frowned in silent disapproval. Lexie Dunlap, my best friend, sent me a text under the table: “Babe, is this some kind of prank?” I shot her a sharp look before texting back: “I’m serious about him. We’re getting married soon.
If you’re my bestie, you should be happy for us.” When I brought my boyfriend, Antonio Kaufman, to dinner, my friends fell silent, their eyes widening in shock. The room went dead quiet. After all, my ex-boyfriends were either drop-dead gorgeous or came from wealthy families.
But Antonio? He was beyond anything they could’ve imagined. He stood barely 1.6 meters, hunched like an old man. With narrow, shifty eyes, arched brows, and a bald head, he looked like he belonged on a wanted poster. I handed him the menu. “Honey, order whatever you want.” “Lobster, caviar, king crab. Let’s get it all.
And I’ll only drink the finest wine. Nothing else.” Antonio said. I gave the waiter a nod. “You heard him. Bring whatever he wants.” My friends’ faces darkened, and our group chat exploded. “Grace, are you okay? What the hell is going on?” “Did you lose a dare or something?” “Did that hot guy you were dating break your heart so badly that you’ve given up on handsome men altogether?” I snapped a picture of Antonio and me holding hands and replied:
“Being with him makes me realize what I truly want.” When the dishes arrived, Antonio pointed at the crab claws. “Crack these open for me. I don’t want to get my hands dirty.” With my long nails, it wasn’t easy. I pricked my fingers on the shells a few times before finally digging out the meat.