Summer thought seriously for a moment and then shook her head.
Indeed, there was no better man around her than Ashton Heath.
"Mr. Ashton is excellent, but..."
Ashton Heath was already married.
Moreover, he was a whole ten years older than them.
"There's no 'but.'" Wendy Arden forcefully interrupted her, "I just want to be with him. Summer, help me figure out how to make Ashton like me."
"Wendy..."
"Don't try to persuade me. I don't want to hear it. Summer, if you still consider us best friends, help me. Otherwise, we'll never speak again!"
"Wendy..."
"Help me, or we'll never speak again. You choose!"
*
"Brandon, are you really sure?" In Madam Heath's room, she looked up at her upright and especially handsome eldest grandson, asking calmly.
Brandon Heath stood straight, nodded, and answered: "Yes, Grandma."
"No more changes?"
"Yes." A very firm voice, without any hesitation.
Madam Heath fell silent for a moment.
