Page 36 of The Reverse Cinderella

“Why not?” she smiled enthusiastically and looped an arm through Piaget’s, practically dragging her from the office and down the hall. Mrs. Brown chattered nonstop about how this was going to be so great for the school and students. Piaget realized Mrs. Brown was probably closer to her age than she originally thought. She was probably prematurely greying and hadn’t bothered to find a dye or wash to cover it. Plus, the coke bottle glasses weren’t exactly doing great things for her. Nor was the frumpy sweater and tweed skirt.

One thing was certain, Piaget wasn’t going to need to find a campaign manager. She had her right here. “Mrs. Brown, will you be my campaign manager?”

“Who, me?” Mrs. Brown blinked, surprised by Piaget’s question.

“Absolutely. You know all about the social media platforms, you have the contacts in the other departments, you’ve got most of my campaign mapped out already from what you’ve told me! With you overseeing that part, I can concentrate on the issues and still keep up with my schooling and job. I know that you’d be great at it, especially with help from the class.”

“Oh, I don’t know…” she seemed a little overwhelmed by the idea but intrigued.

“Please. I can’t do it without you,” Piaget begged.

“Alright!” Mrs. Brown practically beamed with pleasure. “Please call me Lydia. In class you’ll still have to call me Mrs. Brown but when campaigning you can use my first name. This is going to be so much fun.”

Piaget gave a weak smile and wondered what she had let herself in for.