Morwenna kept her cool, not letting anger get the best of her. Although she wasn't tall, she somehow managed to look down on the scene before her, asserting, "Who told you my speech was plagiarized?"
"So what if it isn't? It's probably not all that great anyway. Have you ever even published anything? Let me guess, some cheesy romance novel that's too embarrassing to admit? I'd die laughing."
Morwenna looked at Jethro as if he were a court jester rather than a serious challenger.
She wasn't opposed to fair competition.
True, she wasn't a virtuoso on the piano or a master of the French language.
But she never felt inferior, never saw herself as lesser than anyone.
Her writing was one of her proudest achievements.
It was clear to everyone that Jethro was being unreasonable, possibly harboring a grudge against Morwenna.
Just as Morwenna was about to retort, the Student Council President, with a stern face, intervened, "Enough. The welcome party is starting in a few hours. Why cause a scene now? Even if we want to replace someone, it's too late. Can anyone here memorize a script on such short notice?"
Behind Sandra, a girl in a ball gown stepped forward, "Council President, I can memorize it."
The girl who stepped forward was previously a popular candidate for the Freshman Representative.
Sandra sneered at Morwenna, thinking she could keep her position secure so easily.
Getting a script was no big deal for her.
Her plan was to let Morwenna be complacent before pulling the rug out from under her at the last minute.
With the situation escalating, Morwenna continuing as the Freshman Representative seemed unlikely. And if things got worse, Morwenna could face serious consequences, making it easier for Sandra to push her out.
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