The plea

The girl in the mirror. She's beautiful. She doesn't seem to be seventeen. She looks like a mature woman because of her makeup. The lip with red lipstick. The eye with gray contact lenses. The gray cocktail dress was tight to my upper body. There is no cleavage but the exposed collarbone is attractive.

It was seven o'clock in the evening. I took a deep breath and looked at myself in the mirror again. I was nervous and excited. Sav was invited to our prom because he was a school sponsor. I went downstairs and he immediately looked up at me as if he had been waiting for me for a while. I saw his jaw move.

He is so handsome in his black tux. She also has a new haircut. I saw he had an earring in his ear. Now I saw it, or maybe he just punched me? And his necktie is gray? I can hardly look at him. My hand is too cold.

Who isn't nervous, right? I still remember what he told me last night. Those are his words to me. But after he said that, he seemed to be born and immediately left my room.