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           "What’stheproblem?"

           Iknewhethoughtitwasmereembarrassmentholdingmeback."Ithinkitwillmakeyoumad-orsad."

           Hisbrowspulledtogetheroverhiseyesashethoughtthatthrough."Istillwanttoknow.Please?"

           Isighed.Hewaited.

           "Well...Iassumeditwassomekindof...occasion.ButIdidn’tthinkitwouldbesometritehumanthing...prom!"Iscoffed.

           "Human?"heaskedflatly.He’dpickeduponthekeyword.

           Ilookeddownatmydress,fidgetingwithastraypieceofchiffon.Hewaitedinsilence.

           "Okay,"Iconfessedinarush."SoIwashopingthatyoumighthavechangedyourmind...thatyouweregoingtochangeme,afterall."

           Adozenemotionsplayedacrosshisface.SomeIrecognized:anger...pain...andthenheseemedtocollecthimselfandhisexpressionbecameamused.

           "Youthoughtthatwouldbeablacktieoccasion,didyou?"heteased,touchingthelapelofhistuxedojacket.

           Iscowledtohidemyembarrassment."Idon’tknowhowthesethingswork.Tome,atleast,itseemsmorerationalthanpromdoes."Hewasstillgrinning."It’snotfunny,"Isaid.

           "No,you’reright,it’snot,"heagreed,hissmilefading."I’drathertreatitlikeajoke,though,thanbelieveyou’reserious."

           "ButIamserious."

           Hesigheddeeply."Iknow.Andyou’rereallythatwilling?"

           Thepainwasbackinhiseyes.Ibitmylipandnodded.

           "Soreadyforthistobetheend,"hemurmured,almosttohimself,"forthistobethetwilightofyourlife,thoughyourlifehasbarelystarted.You’rereadytogiveupeverything."