"You’re wasting your life, Annabelle," James shouted, his brow knitted in fury.Her father didn't shout often, but when he did, it was so loud that the sound could slice through steel.She stood before him in his study, like a guilty child who was caught stealing, her fingers curled together around her sketchbook. “It’s not a waste,” she said quietly. “It’s what I’m talented at. It is what I love.”James Bennett slammed the paper he was reading down on the table and rose. “Love doesn’t put food on the table, Anna. Love doesn’t pay bills or secure your future. You were supposed to go to law school. You were supposed to follow my footsteps.”“But I'm not you.” She stared in defiance."Yes, but you should have done better than this." He pointed at one of the sketches she'd shown him.“You mean I can't follow my own path?” she asked, blinking hard.“You deceived me, Annabelle,” he turned to look out the window of his study. “For four years, you made me believe you were studying law while
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