Raven's jaw tightened slightly, but he kept his voice even. "So what, I just wait around for bureaucracy to move at a snail's pace?"
"Not exactly." Marla adjusted the shawl around her shoulders, a unconscious gesture that made her heavy breasts shift under the fabric. "Your best bet is to contact the festival committee leader directly. They're the ones who coordinate with vendors and promotional activities. If you can get them on board, they'll bring it to the principal for official approval."
"And who's the committee leader?"
"I'm not sure yet. The principal usually announces it at the start of festival season." She gave him a small, encouraging smile. "But if you check with the student affairs office, they should be able to tell you who's been selected this year."
Raven stared at her.
His expression didn't change.
But inside, something was screaming.
