(35) The Gala

It's bad enough that your boyfriend told you to prepare for a party in less than 6 hours, what's worse is that you attended the said party without knowing the theme.

I did ask him, I really did. His answer was, "It's a... uh... white."

"You racist!" I gasped out loud and pointed an accusing finger at him, "You people are racist!"

He sighed, "No, like, you need to wear white."

"Oh..." I cleared my throat, "Is it a formal party?"

"Nah." He shrugged, "You can actually wear whatever you like. Forget the color theme. As long as it's a... what do you call it.. a... I forgot." He shook his head, "It looks like the one you'll see in Disney."

"What?"

"It has this poofy stuff..." He trailed off.

"A fairytale event?"

His eyes beamed and he snapped his fingers, "Exactly."

So here I am, outside the said gala. I glared at Jay as he simply smiled cheekily at me. He looked handsome with his white suit -he looks hot.

Me? What about me? Well.

"You look adorable." He grins at me, "I love the sparkle."

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