Didn’t matter that I’d broken up with her last month. My mother was already planning our wedding. That was another reason I had to get the fuck out of here. “Hey, sweetie, I didn’t see you walk in,” London Winchester said as she slipped her arms around one of mine and held on. Leave behind the money and power that came with being a Newark and find my path. Before this summer was over, I was going to ride off without a word. I wanted to feel the wind in my hair and know I had nowhere I had to be. “Nobody turns down Yale.” It was all that ever came out of his mouth anymore. He’d made me take a tour of the campus, and once I was in, he’d forced me to accept. I’d gotten in, thanks to his connections. He was so sure I’d leave for Yale in the fall. I was already feeling the suffocating presence of my father and his plans for me. It was my last summer here in Rosemary Beach.
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