Not long before that, Terry had arrived at the banquet with her father, the Principal of the medical school. To say that she was excited was beyond measure.
Her father's words from days before had become her mantra of a sort:
'"…so if you can get him in bed, I will seek justice and get him to marry you! Daddy can promise you that!"'
Terry had come there with a mission and was geared up to see it through to the end.
Walking hand-in-hand with her father and one of her minions a few steps behind them, Terry was both nervous and excited.
"This Gala Dinner is like what we see in the movies. Look at all the Grandeur!"
"Shut up! Do you want everyone to know that you come from a poor background?" Terry shouted at her minion, who had expressed her views of what had been unfolding in front of them.
"Watch your tone, Terry." Her father patted her arm gently, and Terry smiled. Terry had gone over the top with her dressing on this day.
