[Cornelia looks extremely confused when her name is called. However, the astonishment quickly melts into a brief look of fear before the expression is overwhelmed by anger. Who would have put her name on the list? Did Euphemia know about this? Is that why she asked her to get all dolled up and wanted her to attend this ridiculous event? Her chin lifts stubbornly as narrowed eyes stare at the stage with obvious contempt. Like hell she is going to embarrass herself by standing up there. No one would bid on her and even if they did, she would skin them alive for trying. She speaks loudly and clearly enough for everyone to hear.]
I refuse.
[And then she turns away, her steps brisk and determined as she attempts to leave. However the dress and the high heels seem to be conspiring against her as they slow down her departure immensely. She knew it was a terrible idea to let herself be talked into wearing impractical clothing.]