Jay invited me to his mansion along side of Nick's home. As we toured through his stunning home, I was flattered by pink clouds and beautiful shirts. As I watched Gatsby throw the shirts out of his closet I sat down and began to cry. I really couldn't understand why I wept but it could very well be because I felt as though I could be happier with Jay than I was with Tom. At first it was awkward talking to Jay, but as time went on and it was just him and I, things felt perfect. I was amazed by the photos and write-ups he had saved that were all about me. I wore out so many slippers from attending balls. Jay started to confront me about why I married Tom in the first place. I explained to him how he rode off in uniform breaking my heart with his impossible love. He told me I should have listened to his letter, may be I should have. He asked me why I didn't wait for him and I hesitated but simply said rich girls don't marry poor boys Jay. I soon as I realized what I said I began to cry. I knew I shouldn't have said it but it was the truth. Plus at that time Jay was poor, he was searching for wealth and after meeting Tom my choice seemed unquestionable.
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