Chapter 12: I like them
"That was excellent, Miss Roen," Luc praised me when I met her again backstage.
I was emotionally drained and physically exhausted, but as the high of overwhelming gratefulness I felt for the audience - my workers - slowly faded, another feeling started to emerge: a quiet anger.
"Luc. It was you, wasn’t it?"
The missing script for my speech.
I didn’t know her for that long, but if there was one thing I had become absolutely certain of about this woman, it was that she was perfect.
She couldn’t possibly have made a mistake.
"A king may be crowned in a palace, but heroes are born in the battlefield."
"You forced me into a corner!"
That was probably the highest I’ve raised my voice at anyone in a long time.
"And you’ve shown your true color."
"I... embarrassed myself out there."