Before she could even process what was happening, he was gone. She blinked for a second before he brain caught up with reality. Her face flushed and a smile spread across it before she buried her face in her hands and squealed. She never thought she'd be one to squeal like a middle school girl but here she was, absolutely smitten and unable to do anything else.
Frenchie looked at herself in the mirror once again. She looked over the dress and twirled. When she saw it, she thought it had been too feminine, that wearing it would undermine her personality. But seeing it now and knowing what Adone thought, it changed her opinion. She didn't feel like a tomboy in high school in a girl's dress. She felt like a pretty girl going into college in a cute dress. She smiled and shook her head. What was this boy doing to her?