"They all want to meet Miss Seven, but some of the remarks aren't very pleasant," Secretary Frank reported honestly. "Some people still believe that Miss Seven, coming from a small place, isn't qualified to attend their socialite banquet."
Mr. Cromwell's eyes darkened. "Mr. Fisher just called too. He congratulated me, but his words carried the implication that Amelia would embarrass herself at the banquet."
"Our Amelia isn’t interested in competing with them, yet they keep provoking her!"
Suddenly, something occurred to Mr. Cromwell. "Go tell that white-lotus-turned-black-bellied kid from the Jenkins family about this."
"Young Mr. Jenkins?" Secretary Frank asked tentatively.
Mr. Cromwell nodded, looking very proud.
In a few years, that boy would be taking Amelia away.
He had to make
