I will not fail. I must not fail. I won’t. I mustn’t. I chanted this mantra for the thousandth time. Yes, for the thousandth time. Oh, why? It was so obvious, wasn’t it? Because it just wouldn’t work wonders! Gah! I balled my clammy hands...
Bea holds me at arm’s length and gives me one last hair-to-toes inspection. She twirls me around like I’m a mannequin of sorts. Tenacious Beatrice Hawthorne mode is still on. She squeals out of the blue, making me jump back a little. Clapping...