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Chapter Fourty One

The Whitman's were like the perfect family. Well mannered, well manicured, boldly and beautifully black.

Charles Whitman, the father, was a sports attorney. Laura Whitman, Gabriel's mother, was a socialite and a woman of high society like my grandmother; born into money. Gabriel Whitman was as seen on his instagram account, perfect.

As they stood in front of me, I couldn't help but feel jealous of them. I wasn't sure what exactly I was jealous of, but I just wanted what they had. Their presence was felt, and they commanded the room the second they stepped foot in my house. All three of them radiated confidence, something that I'd strive to obtain.

Everyone was quickly introduced, and the next thing I knew, we were all sitting down at the dining room table.

"I must say Dylan, you are a very beautiful girl.

Why haven't you joined the pageant circuit, you'd do very well." Mrs. Whitman said.

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