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Brittany's POV. I ran out of George's office, tears streaming down my face. I wasn't watching my path and ended up bumping into someone. "Princess, you okay?" The person asked, helping me off the floor. Tears blurred my vision and I ended up hugging who it was. "Oh..." He gasped, hugging me back. I leaned on him as I cried my frustration out. Why did it have to be her? I was never the option whenever my sister was involved. "Let it out." He muttered, patting my back. My sobbing increased and so did my hatred for Wendy. If she wasn't dead, I would take great pleasure in murdering her over again. It's been a while six years and he's still pining over her. Why couldn't he see I was deeply in love with him? I sobbed hard on the stranger's shoulder until I couldn't cry anymore. My eyes