She narrowed her eyes.
Irelands's Richest Bachelor Turns Twenty, the cover read.
He wasn't so bad, she supposed. The eyes were rather nice blue and, even if the skin was appallingly pale and the muscles nonexistent, that could always be fixed with the right encouragement. And, although she had to admit that the arrogant smirk and the challengingly raised eyebrow were a little off-putting, a billion pounds in the bank could make up for a great deal else.
Discarding the unread magazine, she began practicing her most vacuous smile in the mirror.
It was time to think about marrying upwards.