“Me?”
 
 “Yes, you and your sanctimonious cavalry heroics.”
 
 “For such a tiny thing, you sure have a colorful vocabulary.”
 
 “Yeah, well, I’m a writer. We’re very colorful people. It comes from years of pageant training. You can’t reign as Teen Miss Iris Festival 2007 without some serious trash-talking skills. That title alone will get your ass kicked in various social circles.”
 
 “Teen Miss Iris Festival? Like the flower? That’s seriously a real thing?”
 
 “Hey! Don’t disrespect the title. You laugh, but that stupid princess pageant got me a scholarship to Dreighton University.”
 
 “I’d never dream of it.”
 
 I’d make that bastard pay for stealing my dream.