"What do you mean I have to give the speech at this year's spring commencement?" This was a very big problem. Tiffaney had just learned that public speaking was scary and had no desire to repeat the feat.
"It's not optional kid, you're the official heir, these are people who have worked just as hard as you do. We need to let them know that we apricate what they do." Her mother was looking exhausted today as well. Her divine blood made sleep optional, but some of the true horrors of the castle were written or built after she didn't sleep for several days.
On the other hand, many of its best features were made when she was calm and happy. Since she didn't want the underwear trap to be revived it was best to go along.
"All right but do I have to write it?" Tiffaney didn't have a repertoire for public speaking and was liable to fall on her face, literally and figuratively.
