You have meeting in the hall. Tate is already here waiting for you. You took a long time for your preparing but you still think you don’t look good enough even if you look like some kind of princess.
“Sorry, Tate. I didn’t look at the clock.” You say guiltily that he had to wait so long. “Oh no, it’s… okay.” Tate smile at you. “You look… Incredible.” “Thank you, then.” You cheeks are red. “You are my princess, right?” He smiles. “Well, probably.” You laugh. You’re little bit nervous. “Okay, can we go, my princess?” Tate grabs your hand. “Sure, my prince.”