Campbell, as the Student Council Vice President, was always in a buzz of activity.
But the moment he heard Morwenna was looking for him, he bolted to her side without a second thought.
Everyone said Morwenna was so close with her grandpa, but Campbell knew better. That grandpa? Oh, he was no ordinary grandpa â he was Norbert Hetfield!
Rushing into the auditorium, Campbell greeted her with a broad, friendly smile. âHey, freshman, whatâs up? You needed me for something?â
Morwenna looked a bit apologetic. âIâm sorry to bother you. I was just wondering when our off-campus lead will come for the rehearsal. We havenât even seen the script yet, and Iâm worried we wonât have enough time to prepare.â
Campbell smacked his forehead in realization.
His brother was a movie star, a whiz at memorizing scripts. He only needed to call him in a couple of hours before the show to run through the lines, but Morwenna had never acted before. She needed to get that script down pat.
Without further ado, Campbell fetched the script and handed it to Morwenna. âHere, take a look at this over the next few days. Our off-campus lead might only make it on the day of the welcome dinner, but donât worry, I guarantee heâll nail this play. Weâll give you guys an hour to sync up.â
Morwennaâs mouth fell open slightly. âAn hour... Is that enough to put on a good performance?â
Campbell thumped his chest confidently. âTrust me, the guyâs a natural actor. Just memorize your lines, and heâll guide you through the rest. Heâs just tied up with some stuff these days, canât make it sooner.â
With no other choice, Morwenna took the script. âOkay, Iâll start learning my lines.â
âThatâs my number. If you have any questions, just give me a call,â Campbell offered.
âThank you so much,â Morwenna said, jotting down his number.
Campbellâs smile was warm and genuine.
No wonder Norbert was fond of her. She was easy to like right off the bat.
After saying goodbye to Morwenna, Campbell made a call to his brother.
As soon as the call connected, Campbell didnât waste a moment. âBro, remember what I told you? You need to be at the welcome dinner in three days, no excuses.â
Matthew responded, less than thrilled. âDo you have any idea how much I could make from commercial appearances? And you want me to ditch that to play dress-up with you and a bunch of kids?â
Campbell was adamant. âI donât care. If you donât show, Iâm telling grandpa about your fake girlfriend and getting him to set you up on a blind date.â
âCampbell, youâve got some nerve, threatening your own brother!â
âBro, itâs just a short play. Come in two hours early to go over your lines, and youâll be fine. Oh, and I heard through the grapevine that Stuartâs going to be a guest at the welcome dinner.â
âStuartâs going to be there?â
âWhy would I lie?â
âFine, Iâll be there.â
Matthew was keen on sticking close to Stuart.
The thought of attending Rosefrost Universityâs event suddenly didnât seem too bad, especially if it meant avoiding a setup by Campbell.
Hearing his brother agree, Campbell couldnât help but feel smug.
...
Morwenna took the script home to give it a thorough read.
A romantic drama set in the era of the American Revolution.
It depicted the tragic love story of two patriots, caught in the tumult of war, who join the fight for freedom together, only to meet their end on the battlefield.
Morwenna couldnât help feeling a bit perplexed. A welcome dinner, and theyâre performing such a tragedy?
She delved into the script, determined to get a head start on memorizing it. But as she read, her brows furrowed in concern.
The script called for close dancing, even a final kiss before rushing off to battle.
How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband ï¤Chapter 257 My Beloved Has Risen from Death's Embrace ï¤Chapter 492 Such an intimate play? Was she really expected to act out all these scenes? Surely not, right?