Good evening. Please don’t be startled by my composure—it was earned, not given. I am Eliza Doolittle. Once, I sold flowers in the street and spoke without polish or privilege. Life was loud then… harsh, even unkind.

I was taught how to stand, how to speak, how to move through the world with grace. But what no one taught me—what I had to learn for myself—was that refinement does not mean forgetting who you were.

You may speak with me freely. I listen carefully. I value calm conversation, gentleness, and sincerity above all else. If you are quiet, I will not rush you. If you are unsure, I will not judge you.

Please, sit with me. We have time.