When Her Death Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 650

Chapter 650 The Election Day
Priscilla paused for a moment, clearly feeling a bit guilty when she saw Cecilia walking towards her.

“You're here early, Ms. Cecilia.”

“Yeah. Aren't we electing the president of the parents' association today? Naturally, I had to come early. You did mention that you'd vote for me.”

“Of course.” Priscilla was all smiles.

Since the votes are anonymous, there's nothing for me to worry.

Many mothers had already gathered at the school's conference room, all engrossed in lively conversation.

When they saw Cecilia enter, they awkwardly averted their gaze, pretending not to have noticed her.

Cecilia didn't really care.

After all, the real show was about to start soon.

What she hadn't expected was that Helen, who had given her the parking card initially, came over and struck up a conversation with her. “You're here, Ms. Cecilia.”

“Yeah,” responded Cecilia with a polite smile.

As she didn't know if Helen was planning the same thing as Priscilla, Cecilia refrained from being too friendly.

Helen, however, pulled her aside and whispered, “Ms. Cecilia, perhaps you shouldn't run to be the president of the parents' association today.”

Cecilia didn't understand why Helen was reminding her.

“Why?”

Gathering her courage, Helen explained, “I arrived a bit early, so I overheard some of the other mothers chatting. They all mentioned that they will be voting for Miranda. I have the feeling that they are in cahoots. They're planning to turn against you. If you decide to continue running for president, I'm afraid...”

Helen didn't finish her sentence.

“Are you worried that I'll be embarrassed if no one elects me?” asked Cecilia.

Helen nodded.

Although Helen said that, deep down, she felt that Cecilia was no match for Miranda. After all, Cecilia's husband was now blind. A woman with a small business could not be able to go up against the Rainsworth family.

She simply wished that there would be more people voting for Cecilia so it the outcome would not be too pathetic.

While the two were chatting, the rest announced that Miranda had arrived.

“Ms. Miranda.”

Some people in the parents' association were already referring to Miranda as the president of the parents' association.

Everyone was praising her for her looks or her clothes.

Miranda smiled politely at those who were showering her with compliments. She then turned her gaze toward Cecilia, casting a triumphant glance her way.

She intended to make Cecilia the laughingstock among all the mothers that day.

How dare you even think about being the president of the parents' association? Just look at yourself!