Me and mark both get to the door at the same time and I swallow, not ever seeing him dress so nicely. Knocking at the door, My dad answers, "You look beautiful tonight," He smiles, leading us in.
Holy. Sh*t. This is....holy sh*t.
Blinking at it, I'm stunned at chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. Everyone from work is mingling and I smile, having not been to something like this in years.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
My friends walking up to me, I talk to them for a while before glancing to my right. Seeing Mark alone in the background, I excuse myself before walking over, suddenly nervous, "Hey."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
When she transformed into a butterfly, the caterpillars spoke not of her beauty, but of her weirdness. They wanted her to change back into what she always had been. But she had wings. — Dean Jackson
