Eric looked at Gracie like she was out of her mind. "Gracie! You mean to
tell me that you would give up the chance to be Miss United States? Are
you crazy?"
"Eric, I just don't want to lose my position at the job. I mean, you and I both know that the only reason I was in the pageant is because of my job. Even the pageant people know that! Why on earth would they still want me to take the title?" Gracie complained.
"I don't know, but they sure sound like they do. Look, Gracie. This is not something that you want to give up so quickly. Think about all of the good things that you could be doing for the pageant and for the country. I mean, you could even help out the bureau by taking the title. This is an opportunity that you cannot afford to pass up."
Gracie thought about it for a minute. Mr. McDonald and Eric were both trying to get her to take the title. She had thought that Eric would be enraged at the thought and would tell her no, without hesitating. Now here he was, trying to get her to jump on the bandwagon with everyone else.
Sure, it would be a great opportunity, and yes, it could help the bureau. But did anyone even think about what it might do to her and how she felt about it?
Then she thought about it some more. It wasn't a bad idea. The only reason she was so skeptical about it is because of the fact the she went into the pageant under false pretenses. What would America do if they found out that she wasn't actually a beauty queen?
"Gracie? Are you still with me?" Eric asked.
"Alright, Eric. I'll do it. But only because I think that it would be a good opportunity for me as well as for the bureau. I mean, how else will I learn to be a lady like everyone wants me to be?"
Eric walked over to Gracie and held her tightly.
"Gracie, no one here cares if you are a lady or if you are still the same car wreck that you were before (and I say that in a nice way). The only thing that me, Mr. McDonald, and the rest of the crew care about is that you are safe and happy. We all saw how happy you became after the pageant ended, and so we all know how much of an effect it had on your life. You may like to pretend that you don't care and you don't want to take on this responsibility, but you are just lying to yourself. Do this, baby. You won't ever forget it, and it will be one of the best experiences of your life."
Gracie was overwhelmed by the amount of emotion that Eric was showing her. She had never seen this kind of concern from him before, and she just wanted to fall into his arms and never leave. Gracie had never felt this way about anyone before, and even though it was all new to her, she still felt the butterflies in her stomach and felt a pressure in her chest that she wasn't used to feeling. Though they hadn't been together long, Gracie was still sure that her and Eric were going to spend many happy moments together.
"Ok, Eric, when do I leave?"
"Eric, I just don't want to lose my position at the job. I mean, you and I both know that the only reason I was in the pageant is because of my job. Even the pageant people know that! Why on earth would they still want me to take the title?" Gracie complained.
"I don't know, but they sure sound like they do. Look, Gracie. This is not something that you want to give up so quickly. Think about all of the good things that you could be doing for the pageant and for the country. I mean, you could even help out the bureau by taking the title. This is an opportunity that you cannot afford to pass up."
Gracie thought about it for a minute. Mr. McDonald and Eric were both trying to get her to take the title. She had thought that Eric would be enraged at the thought and would tell her no, without hesitating. Now here he was, trying to get her to jump on the bandwagon with everyone else.
Sure, it would be a great opportunity, and yes, it could help the bureau. But did anyone even think about what it might do to her and how she felt about it?
Then she thought about it some more. It wasn't a bad idea. The only reason she was so skeptical about it is because of the fact the she went into the pageant under false pretenses. What would America do if they found out that she wasn't actually a beauty queen?
"Gracie? Are you still with me?" Eric asked.
"Alright, Eric. I'll do it. But only because I think that it would be a good opportunity for me as well as for the bureau. I mean, how else will I learn to be a lady like everyone wants me to be?"
Eric walked over to Gracie and held her tightly.
"Gracie, no one here cares if you are a lady or if you are still the same car wreck that you were before (and I say that in a nice way). The only thing that me, Mr. McDonald, and the rest of the crew care about is that you are safe and happy. We all saw how happy you became after the pageant ended, and so we all know how much of an effect it had on your life. You may like to pretend that you don't care and you don't want to take on this responsibility, but you are just lying to yourself. Do this, baby. You won't ever forget it, and it will be one of the best experiences of your life."
Gracie was overwhelmed by the amount of emotion that Eric was showing her. She had never seen this kind of concern from him before, and she just wanted to fall into his arms and never leave. Gracie had never felt this way about anyone before, and even though it was all new to her, she still felt the butterflies in her stomach and felt a pressure in her chest that she wasn't used to feeling. Though they hadn't been together long, Gracie was still sure that her and Eric were going to spend many happy moments together.
"Ok, Eric, when do I leave?"