"That's great, Brother Fletcher, you've really thought this through," Ophelia Wilson excitedly looked at Albert Fletcher, his arrangements were just perfect.
She could steal the show at Old Mr. Seymour's birthday banquet and wash away the humiliation of the last engagement party.
"Have you agreed?" Albert Fletcher asked.
"Of course, I agreed!" Ophelia Wilson nodded repeatedly, her eyes shining with excitement.
"Alright then, I'll go ahead and make the arrangements. Tomorrow we'll announce your endorsement, and make sure everything is coordinated," Albert Fletcher said with a smile. "If you have any opinions, let me know today, and I'll set everything up for you as much as I can."
"Great." Ophelia Wilson was so thrilled she could already imagine how her popularity would soar once the news was released.
After carefully discussing everything with Ophelia, Albert Fletcher went off to handle the next steps. Compared to Ophelia's excitement, he felt a cold sarcasm in his heart.
