An important task for Missy

Mama, you see, can be a little overpowering. I think she never loved me as a mother should. I think she resented I look so much like Father.
When I turned sixteen, she entrusted me with a simple task: find an elderly gentleman with money, that we become well provided for.
After all, she would muse quite reasonably, it was only fair that I should help pay my way, as Father never did. For a little bimbo like me, she would add, it shouldn’t be too difficult to ensnare a Sugar Daddy.
But even with that, I was a disappointment.