When we got to the grand hall, a lot of students have arrived. Their gowns sparkling, hairs were up or wore down and curled. Each and everyone shines in their own way. I was holding Quinn's arm as we walk. I noticed how he kept staring at me.
"What is it?" I asked him.
"You looked so beautiful," he said to me and kissed my exposed shoulder.
I wore my hair down and curled the ends. Mom did my makeup and made sure that it was just light. I have lipstick in my small purse for retouching later.
"Thank you. You look very handsome yourself."
Quinn blushed and quickly looked away.
"What? It's not the first time you heard a compliment. Come on," I teased him some more.
"It's not the first, and I hear it all the time from other people. But it still feels different when I hear it from yo
