Colton's voice was laced with hurt as he stood behind her. "Whitney, please look at me."However, Whitney just kept on with her task, opening the store as if he was not even there."Whitney, hear me out," Colton said, trailing her into the shop.He watched her deftly switch on the machine and start cleaning the cups and dishes.He stopped short, a long-ignored memory breaking through the surface."Colton, I dream of an easygoing life," the girl had said, wrapped in a blanket beside him under the stars."Whitney, whatever life you want, I'll be there," the boy had promised, his voice still cracking with youth.That was back in middle school."You won't get it, Colton," she said with a smile that hid more than it revealed.He had grown desperate. "Why wouldn't I get it?"After a pause, she explained, "Colton, you're destined to take over the Jones Group, to carry on your family's legacy and deal with all that corporate pressure. You'll end up marrying a gentle wife because you
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