Chapter 25: Lady Of The Ball

Becky’s POV

I was up till midnight, working on the speech. Writing and rewriting it, until it was perfect. Then, I closed my eyes and imagined Phillip reading it in his firm, quiet voice. And I would be there to see it, I smiled.

Very early in the morning, I was already awake. Maybe because I was anxious to give him the speech. So I kept hanging around the window so that I could see when he came out.

By 7:30 am he came out of the house and I ran up to him.

“Good morning, Mr. Dale.” I greeted him. “Your speech is ready.”

He looked surprised.

“So soon?” He asked.

“Yep, take a look.”

He took it from me.

“Are you sure you did not copy it from somewhere? I don’t want to read someone else’s speech,” he said, frowning.

"Ungrateful Jerk!" I thought angrily.

“Copy it? I was up half the night writing this,” I said. I was hurt that he wasn’t grateful after all the effort I had put in.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean it like that,” he said, quickly. “I am just surprised you did it so quickly.” He read