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It’s crazy to think they’re getting married this weekend and will spend the rest of their lives together. Honestly, out of all of us, I would have voted Knox the least likely to marry. But he fell hard for Payton right before our eyes. The girl he was not supposed to touch.
While I’m being honest, even though she’s pregnant with his child, I did think the novelty would wear off once they were together, but here we are months later and the two of them are so madly in love you’d have to be blind not to see it.
What does Molly think?
She left for England soon after my party so wouldn’t have been around them at all. Now, she’s coming home to her best friend’s wedding.
I wonder if she’s happy for them or if she’s a jealous friend. Payton is marrying Knox Montgomery, director of marketing at Ward Montgomery Enterprises, or WME as we call it.
Our father’s company.
Our company.
Knox is one of the most desirable bachelors in Philadelphia. Or was.
If you believe the media, so are Levi and me. We’re Ward’s sons—it’s part of the territory.
So I’ve been wondering how Molly feels about all of this, her friend marrying into such a wealthy and influential family.
I want to know what she thinks.
I want to know her.
While Knox heads up the marketing division until he’s ready to take on the CEO role, I’m one of the senior designers for our Verity & Co. fashion line —along with a few other brands—and not quite as important as my big brother.
Or so it feels.
No, don’t get me wrong. I’m not bitter or jealous. Knox, Levi, and I are as close as three brothers could be. I just wasn’t as academic as Knox, nor interested in the economics of business like he is.
While he’s the eldest, I’m pretty sure he was born in a suit and tie.
I’ve always felt like I disappointed my father. I overheard his concerns, and it’s stuck.
“Honey, his grades are poor. We should get him a tutor.” Ward had said one day when I was unseen in the hallway.
“They aren’t poor, he’s just not top of the class like his brother,” Mom had replied. “Spend more time with him, honey. He’s creative. Let Atlas show us who he is.”
“I still think he could do with some tutoring.” Dad had insisted.
So they did.
For two years at the start of high school I had a tutor a few times a week. I hated it. Levi was a year younger and spent most of his time outside playing sports and I wondered why he wasn’t being picked on.
Or so it felt.
I was told he was showing signs of being a great athlete.
Knox was always studying and dating—and I mean that loosely. It was always a given he would take over from Dad and lead WME.
“You will find your place in this world, Atlas. Make sure you get good grades, that is important, but follow your heart, too.” Mom had told me.
So I stayed quiet and worked hard, keeping my parents and the tutor happy. But in my spare time I drew.
I drew and drew and drew.
I learned how to use design software and became an expert in a short period of time.
Finally the tutoring ended, and when my end of year results were in and I had top marks in art and creative studies, Dad openly acknowledged my skills.
