A simple ball, I had read. It was just going to be a small parlor event, I had assumed. I didn't need to dress too fancy, I had thought. Wrong, wrong, wrong! Tell me why we just arrived at a ginormous building, filled with couples in outfits that seemed right off the runway and people in makeup that could compete with plastic surgery. Yet, here I was, in the same outfit I had worn on my first date with Brian. It wasn't ugly, but maybe a little too underdressed for this.
"Are you nervous, kitty?" Brain asked, gently squeezing my hand.
"Uh?" I jerked my neck to him.
"Your palm is sweaty," he pointed out.
"Oh, I'm sorry." I quickly took my hand from his grip.
"Don't be ridiculous. I don't care if they're sweaty." He grabbed my hand again, flashing a smile at me.
I smiled back. "You're o
