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"Why do I need a microphone?" I asked with my now raspy voice. A good nights rest did not help cure my sore throat nor did all the soup I was given. It only got worse and I had my uncle to blame for this.

"It's just standard procedure." My fathers assistant said as she pushed the wires down my dress.

I narrowed my eyes because I didn't believe that my father would put a microphone on me unless he planned on forcing me to talk.

"Mr. Connery will be doing all the talking. You have nothing to worry about." She stated with what I could only assume was a lie. I pressed my lips together as I stood perfectly still.

My father was most likely hoping that I wouldn't be prepared. Fortunately he would be highly disappointed because I was born prepared. My mother had raised me to be in situations like this, so I wasn’t worried.

His assistant smoothed down my white floral dress and spun me around. I narrowed my eyes at her instantly. "Enough." I snapped when she started
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