"Say something too! Compliment him!" Mark prods as he swishes around in excitement, clearly oblivious to the awkwardness. "Say, 'why thank you, you old thing. You look pretty litty yourself' then do a twirl,"
"Why thank you, you old thing! You look pretty litty yourself," I fix him with a tight smile, twirling so hard I trip over my foot. Luckily, he catches me before I smack my face against the floor.
Things are... going pretty nicely! At least that's what Mark thinks.
"Thank you," I straighten my dress and pearls, not looking up for shame.
"Okay," Daniel seems barely able to talk for embarrassment. "Well, would you like a drink? Say, champagne?"
"Ask for a jelly belly!" Instructs Mark. "And lighten up! You haven't laughed once!"
"Could I have a jelly belly please?" I give a high-pi
