The next day, Agnes Pritchard trotted off to school as usual.
Everything seemed the same. Nothing had changed.
The only exception was Agnes knew that Jenny Fitz had taken a two–week leave.
It was hall a month later when she saw Jenny again.
That day, the president of The Journalism Society announced a meeting that all members had to attend.
When Agnes arrived, she saw Jenny.
Jenny looked chipper, all smiles, and was chit–chatting away with other members of The Journalism Society.
When Agnes walked in, Jenny gave her a look, her eyes indifferent
Agnes casually found a seat at random and sat down.
At this point, the president, Lily, stepped up and began, “The reason why I’ve called you all here today is to announce something important. Since I’ll be graduating soon, I can’t continue as the president of The Journalism Society. Before I leave, I want to hand over the reins to someone who’s competent and responsible. Right now, I have two people in mind. Jenny, our vice president, has been diligent and responsible since taking up the role. And Agnes, who managed to score an exclusive interview with Jared Whitfield, which really put our Society on the map. I’ve decided that one of them will be the next president. To be fair, we’ll do a secret ballot.”
Agnes hadn’t expected today’s meeting to be about electing a new president, which was a big deal.
Agnes loved journalism and The Journalism Society, but she didn’t want to work with Jenny.
She didn’t want to have a conflict with Jenny.
Agnes raised her hand and said, “I give up.”
But almost at the same time, Jenny said the same thing.
Everyone looked in surprise at the two of them.
Agnes and Jenny also looked at each other.
With a furrowed brow, Lily asked, “What’s up with you two? The Journalism Society is one of the four major clubs at Lakeside College. Having this experience on your resume is a big deal. Jenny, you go first. Why do you want to pass?”
Jenny said, “I’m sorry, but I’ll be studying abroad with my fiancé soon, so I can’t take up the role.”
Jenny’s words caused quite a stir.
“Jenny, is your fiancé the Mr. Taylor who picked you up last time?”
“Jenny, he’s from a well–off family, huh? Money talks, I guess. Studying abroad just like that, so jealous.”
“Jenny, congratulations! When did you guys get engaged?”
Jenny smiled and took out a stack of fancy invitations from her bag.
She handed them out to the members of The Journalism Society and said, “In three days, I have an engagement party at the Caesar
International Hotel. You all must come.”
Everyone was thrilled to get an invite.
“Isn’t that hotel the one that only hosts foreign dignitaries? Oh my God, Jenny, you’re having your engagement there?”
“Our Jenny is a princess, after all. The Taylor family is one of the most famous families around here. It’s bound to be grand.”
Agnes just stood there until Jenny walked up to her.
Jenny handed her the last invitation, “Agnes, you must come. After all, if it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be engaged to Elton Taylor.”
Someone else said, “Agnes, so you played matchmaker for Jenny and Mr. Taylor.”
Agnes looked at the people around her, feeling a chill running down her spine, a sense of dread gnawing at her.
Jenny could just stand there as if nothing happened. People always say that a mother’s love is great, but Jenny traded her own child for her marriage.
Agnes thought this was horrifying.