Ace threw his face to the side, as she redressed.
He couldn't bear to look at her face. What he was going to do to her very soon, was brutal.
The smile on her face haunted him. He could sense her contentment. Her happiness.
He was this close to calling everything off, gathering her into his arms, and promising her forever.
But every time he thought of how she had deceived, and played him for a fool, he felt justified for what he was about to do.
She giggled shyly, and turned to him. "I guess this is my own prom night. At twenty-four years of age," she laughed.
He stretched his hand, and she happily placed hers on it.
"Thank you," he said.
"For what?"
"For being you."
He kissed her forehead, and wrapped her hand around his arms.
"Ready?"
"How do I look?" She asked.
