Exactly at seven in the evening accompanied by my father in an old Mr. car. Bean, I saw Anderson from afar standing anxiously in his black suit that fit so well on his thin body. When my father's car approached the thin figure, he looked at me then smiled. I don't know why I'm ashamed of myself with the dress she gave me. A white midi dress with a wide slit on the chest and red flower embroidery on the belly and hem of both shoulders looked a stark contrast to my pale skin. I just roll my hair normally with a few locks of hair that I let loose. No need for extravagant makeup because I don't like being the center of attention.
The Anderson opened my car door and offered his right hand to me like the frog prince offering the princess a dance. I smiled shyly then took his hand then got out of the car, I saw my father could only smile then he waved his right hand and left the two of us.
