She has mixed feelings about the prom. On one hand, she hates social functions where she has to pretend to be less weird than how she really is. On the other hand, she was thrilled to just get over this. Besides, she does have such a handsome escort beside her.
She smiled as the car came to a stop. They were still early so they pretty much had a spacious parking space to choose from.
"I'm surprised you fetched me early," she said as Paris opened the door for her and offered his hand.
She took his hand in his and supported her as they walked towards the school, "Of course I should, my little doll. I would like to make everyone die of jealousy since I have such a beautiful woman in my arms."
She hit him the moment he uttered the word doll. It just felt weird coming from him, "You do know your flattery won't do you any good."
He laughed at her violence, "Of course. But should I just keep silent when all I have to say is the truth?"
