Everyone turned their gaze toward Charles, but at this moment, Charles was exerting all his strength to maintain his almost exploding spirituality; his soul wasn't anywhere within his flesh. He appeared like a "classic scumbag," with eyes gazing heavenward in a trance during this critical time.
Anne took a deep breath, silently psyching herself up, "Anne, you know how much Mr. Mecklen has done for you, and you're aware that he wasn't always like this. He has changed so much for you. He must be struggling, but you can't blame him. Now is your time to fight."
Anne scanned all the "competitors" in the room and said, "Love is always mutual. I believe in Mr. Mecklen, I believe in myself, and I have unwavering faith in destiny, so..."
"Who else?"
"I'll give you all one chance to join the duel."
"No waiting if you're late!"
