Maddison
"Wow, you look . . . fabulous," Michael uttered.
I responded with a smile as he took my hand and kissed it.
"Shall we?" he asked.
"Sure," I replied.
I felt butterflies in my stomach as I walked with him towards the entrance of the hotel. I looked into his eyes and saw something I couldn't describe. That feeling when your heart seems to stop beating and the world halts from spinning when you’re with someone you had a crush on is like heaven on earth.
He looked gorgeous in his white tuxedo and slicked back hair. His gray eyes were like mirrors. I could see the reflection of my soul-—that's a simile—of course. I was beginning to feel conscious but ignored it.
"Have a seat," he said, pulling a chair.
'Thank you," I responded.
"You look hot, Maddie," Arthur said as Hannah s
