Ball room
I gawk at him in complete and utter disbelief unsure of what to say or do. I blink slowly while Aaron gives me a moment to process what he had just said. "I don't think I -" I start talking, but Aaron doesn't give me the chance to speak what I wanted to. "If it's about the dress, or your make-up or your dress, I will give you my card and you can get anything you want tomorrow." he rushes to say, much like a little child that thought they had the solution for every single problem that arose. My lips press together in a thin line and I can feel the way my stomach knots painfully. He reaches out to me, slowly cupping my cheek, but I stop him before he can do so. I hold onto his hand, and stare at it, uncertain of what I was supposed to do or say. "It's not that..." I murmur, pressing my
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