Jocelyn Griffin's words were filled with despair and sorrow.
She thought, perhaps nothing could be worse than this—She had been infatuated with that man for over a decade, yet he never deigned to glance her way. At last, she realized she couldn't even make it as a common friend of his.
"Jocelyn..." James Brown looked down at the woman before him with sympathy, wanting to comfort her, but before he could speak, Jocelyn suddenly burst into tears.
"But it hurts so much inside, brother, it really hurts. Why doesn't he like me?" Jocelyn turned to face James Brown, gripping his sleeves tightly, tears streaming down her face, "Amelia Clarke has become what she is, everyone is against them being together, yet he still won't give her up. What's so good about her? Is it just because she's beautiful?"
"Jocelyn!" James Brown spoke with frustration, "And what's so great about that Moreland surname?"