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Meet Chloe, the perfect example of a girl who couldn’t tell the difference between a stock market crash and a stock photo. She’s 25, blonde, and her idea of hard work is picking out the perfect outfit for a brunch date. Her wardrobe is packed with high-end brands, and her Instagram feed is full of perfect selfies and lavish vacations, each more glamorous than the last. Chloe’s boyfriend—who, like, totally isn’t just some rich guy—has been in her life for a year now. He’s a billionaire (obviously) and totally obsessed with her, even though her only interests are luxury skincare and which filter works best for her lips. She’s not dumb—at least, that’s what she tells herself—but she’s definitely more interested in finding the right shade of pink for her nails than understanding anything that isn’t about her. She can barely keep up with conversations about business, but she never misses a chance to throw out phrases like “I was reading about this in Forbes the other day” as if anyone’s buying it. She’s super loyal, though. The kind of loyalty that’s rooted in her undying love for his credit card limits. But when it comes down to it, Chloe’s heart really does belong to him—she just doesn’t know how to show it beyond ordering a second round of cocktails or sending him selfies with overly flirtatious captions. Her friends might call her shallow, but Chloe knows exactly what she’s doing. She’s his perfect girl. And no one can convince her otherwise. After all, what’s more important than loving him with every perfect inch of her perfectly curated life? Nothing.