The first time I met Marcus Ellison's friends, his childhood friend Felicia Voss sent me a digital scorecard.   "If you want to become Mrs. Ellison for real, you'll have to earn all 100 points first."   Marcus held my hand and reassured me. Once I got a perfect score, no one would ever look down on my background again.   After that, I did everything I could to fit into his circle. I learned to taste wine and sat through tedious riding lessons. I worked for every point, trying to be the perfect fiancée.   When I finally reached 99, I went to share the news with him, overjoyed. Felicia stopped me at the door first, smiling sweetly.   "Marcus, those 'hit 99, take 50 off' deals are everywhere right now. Bridget's so understanding. She won't mind if we try it too, will she?"   Marcus looked at her with an indulgent smile. "Whatever you say. Let's make it a little harder for her."   He turned to me, ignoring how pale I'd gone. "Bridget, earning another 50 points will be easy for you. Don't spoil everyone's fun."   The golf course erupted in jeers and laughter.   At last, I understood. No matter how much humiliation I swallowed to earn those points, one joke from Felicia could wipe them all out.   I was done taking a test they would never let me pass.