Three days later, Eve was getting ready for the big celebrity gala. She pulled on her dress when a knock came on her bedroom door. She smiled, knowing it was Greg.
"Evil. Help me! I am having a wardrobe malfunction," Greg fake cried. "Help me!"
"Come on in. What's wrong?"
"I can't get my bowtie right. I hate these dang things. I look like an idiot." He came in pouting, yanking at the tie.
She went over helping him. "You look handsome in your tuxedo"
"Thanks, but I hate these things. It's itchy. Hey, you look pretty. Anyway, the limo will be here any minute, so we need to hurry up."
"I think tonight is the night with Adam. I've been holding out too long, and I think he is getting upset about it."
Greg rolled his eyes. "Gross. I don't need to know this."
"Don't be a jerk. I need your advice. What do guys like?" Eve fixed his tie.
