Whitney Collins is the definition of a society princess. Born in Manhattan on June 29, 1990, Whitney enjoyed a silver spoon in her mouth from day one. With a successful lawyer for a father and a grandmother at the head of one of the most successful companies in the world, Whitney grew up with everything she could ever want. But on her fifteenth birthday, tragedy struck.
Whitney's mother was a homemaker. When her parents separated, her mother took Whitney and left the city. During one of their daily drives to the beach, their car was hit by an out of control truck. Whitney's mother was killed on impact, and the little girl was only saved by being in the back seat, which suffered little damage.
From that day forward, Whitney turned her pain into success. She excelled in school and her social life. Her money made her powerful, but she never allowed it to consume her. She was friends with everyone, from her fellow society royalty to the barista at Starbucks who served her favorite latte. Throughout her school career, Whitney was a cheerleader, class president, and enjoyed her spot as number one in her class academically. Graduating with honors, she went on to attend New York University, graduating one year early with a degree in business.
After college, she took a trip to Vegas, and found herself in an accidental marriage. She had hooked up with a guy one night in a bar, and felt very drawn to him. They dated for a couple of weeks, and somehow found themselves at the courthouse, signing a quickie marriage certificate. Whitney would never admit it, but she wanted to rebel against her family's expectations. Eventually, she realized her mistake, and wanted out of the marriage. Her family paid the man, of course, and everything seemed okay. Whitney moved back to New York and excelled as the vice president of Coach, her grandmother's company. Everything was perfect...
Until her grandmother died, and at the same time, her husband magically returned with a demand for money. Whitney was now forced to juggle her new position and her deepest secret. A devastated Whitney threw herself into work, working over ninety hour weeks. But the burnout quickly killed her, and she found herself in stranger after stranger's bed. Eventually, she found herself staring at a little blue line in her master bathroom. She was pregnant, and she was forced to realize that she didn't know who the father was. How could she? She had slept with a couple of dozen men in a mere month. Whitney decided to keep her baby, knowing that, regardless of how it was conceived, she had always wanted to be a mother. Her work load lessened, and though she still stressed over her accidental husband's return, she knew, for now, everything was going to be alright. It had to be.
Whitney has since settled into regularly flying between Paris and Manhattan, along with her senior intern, Vanessa, who she thinks of as a little sister. Looking at Whitney, one sees a playful, seductive, and even slutty young woman. But the real woman is far more complex and far more worthy of getting to know. She must be careful, lest her story become more fiction than fact for those would seek to immortalize her.