Amalia Anderson
Andrew didn´t text me after he asked me out. I said goodbye to my father, and after classes, I arrived home only to find a big black box over the entrance table. There was a note, in perfect penmanship, that read: "Wear this tonight, I love you, A."
I opened the box, and inside it was a silver sequined short dress. It was daring and fun. Modern and sexy. I smiled and sighed. Inside the box were a pair of red pumps to pair with the silver outfit, and I smirked. We were going out to have fun, and we would not care about the media, the public opinion, or whatever comes next. We were two young people in love, who deserved a break, and even if the media was not willing to give it to us, we were going to take it, forcefully, if needed.
I had no idea what he had planned, but
