Steal My Penthouse

My distant cousin was getting married next month, and she was flaunting her fiancé all over the place at our big family dinner.

After a few drinks, Aunt Brenda suddenly turned to me in front of all the relatives.

"Chloe, I heard you have a massive penthouse sitting empty downtown. Sarah desperately needs a decent place for her wedding. Why don't you let her borrow it for a few years?"

"We won't even take it for free. We’ll pay you fifty bucks a month for rent. That’s way better than letting it sit there gathering dust."

Hearing her words, I almost choked on my drink.