That evening everyone was preparing for the dance, dressing up nicely and preparing to enjoy themselves.
Addie fixed the strap on her shoulder somewhat nervously, her brows furrowed as she considered herself.
It opened. It was Warner, his head tilted slightly. "All dressed up to the nines," he said with a cheeky grin. "You look nice."
She laughed slightly, standing up and coming over to him. “Is that what we’re calling it?” she teased, kissing his cheek easily.