
Rowena leaned against the closed door behind her and exhaled deeply. Someone had invited her to prom - that was step one. Now she just had to convince her father that even though she'd almost just killed his trusted teacher he should let her go.
Right, Rowena thought,
Well, he'll be home soon so I need to change and think of a plan ASAP. With a renewed sense of purpose, Rowena marched to her room and put on her favorite white dress and tights; if she behaved in a strong manner maybe her father would think less of what she'd done. As she turned the corner of the hall to head to the great room, she was shocked by her father's presence there. He was facing away from her, watching the television.
"I watched the security feed. You can go." He didn't even turn around.
Rowena's jaw hit the floor. That was...far easier than expected. Rowena collected herself as quickly as possible, "Thank you, sir!"
Her father turned around to face her, "You performed well at your training. I wondered how long you would take Lama Akar's oogy-boogy trainings before you would get back at him. You certainly did a good job, that man has been cowering in his room for how long? You are certainly ready to go about controlling your peers once more, and I think that the prom is a good time to go about practicing this."
"Thank you, Sir, but what are you going to do about Lama Akar?"
"Oh, don't worry. I'll have him taken care of. No one will ever hear about your relations with him. Now, we have to find you a dress." Rowena watched her father fiddle in his wallet, "Here, take this and ask the butler to drive you to the boutique. Pick out whichever dress you want. You'll want to make a good impression at the prom." He handed her his gold card.
Rowena sighed. This was too easy. "Thank you, sir." Rowena was surprisingly reluctant to take the card. She had worked herself up so much when all along he'd been playing her and she'd done exactly what he wanted.
Oh well, at least I get to go to prom!