Alex smiled and promised to take good care of Missax. He handed her a bouquet of flowers, which she gladly accepted, feeling like a queen.
"I lied," Chloe said simply. She stood up, the silk robe shifting against her skin. She walked over to him, her bare feet silent on the floor. "I saw how you looked at that dress, David. But I hated seeing you look at it hoping Sarah would notice you. I wanted you to look at it and think of me." missax prom date
"I don't know, Chlo..."