“Me?”
“Yes, you and your sanctimonious cavalry heroics.”
“For such a tiny thing, you sure have a colorful vocabulary.”
“Yeah, well, I’m a writer. We’re very colorful people. It comes from years of pageant training. You can’t reign as Teen Miss Iris Festival 2007 without some serious trash-talking skills. That title alone will get your ass kicked in various social circles.”
“Teen Miss Iris Festival? Like the flower? That’s seriously a real thing?”
“Hey! Don’t disrespect the title. You laugh, but that stupid princess pageant got me a scholarship to Dreighton University.”
“I’d never dream of it.”
I’d make that bastard pay for stealing my dream.