Eden's Prestige Prom Night |A Damianya Story|

Chapter 15 : You Ready or Not?

"Oh my!" Yor gasped as her daughter walked into the room, her best friend Becky walking behind her with a big grin. "You're beautiful, sweetheart!"

Anya couldn't help but blush. She felt pretty—Becky had done her hair and her makeup, and she did love the dress she chose. Her dress was periwinkle and quite sparkly, and besides that fact, the design was pretty simple. A small v-neck with a tight top and spaghetti straps, then flowing out into a not-too-heavy skirt; which was perfect for Anya. What if there was an enemy ambush??

Loid wiped a little tear from his eye before standing up, and, without any words, hugged the pinkette. Anya let out a laugh as he squeezed her, yelling out, "Papa!! You're gonna mess up my hair!!"

But, despite Anya's complaints, Loid didn't let go.

"You look flawless, Damian!" Ewen praised, "There is absolutely no reason to be nervous!"

Damian anxiously adjusted the collar on his shirt, feeling as if he couldn't breathe. There was absolutely a reason to be nervous! He was going to prom with Anya Forger! His crush since the first grade! One mistake and ten years of pining would lead to nothing. This was one of the most important days in his life.

Damian looked himself up and down in the mirror. He was wearing a black suit that he had zipped up—and had ended about halfway—with a black button-up underneath, along with a black bowtie. He also put on a small, silver chain necklace and black dress shoes, ending it all with a periwinkle corsage to match his date's dress. Which, he hadn't seen yet, but was informed by Ewen and Emile who was informed by Becky—who was not informed by Anya, because Anya didn't even think to tell him—that it was a periwinkle color.

Damian side-eyed the blond, asking with a worried tone, "Are you sure? I feel like I look like I'm attending a funeral."

Emile shook his head, popping a hand on the green-haired boy's shoulder. "Nah, you look rad: chic, modern, classy—chicks dig that."

Damian couldn't help but snort, looking back in the mirror with those new words in his mind. Chic, modern, and classy. He did look pretty cool, huh?

"Don't call Anya a 'chick,' she's a proper lady—" Damian cut himself off, a soft smile on his lips. That girl was not proper, nor a lady, really.

"...she's just Anya."

When Anya arrived at the prom, she felt like she was going to explode. She was so anxious—it was her first date! And with Damian Desmond too... what a terrifying party.

Anya let out a deep sigh. She was being ridiculous, this wasn't a big deal.

Anya side-eyed the snack table. Maybe some cookies would help her nerves.

The pinkette took a few nervous steps before speed-walking to the snacks, grabbing a plate, and wondering where her date was. She looked around her as she grabbed nearly a dozen mini quiches; this prom seemed lame.

Yeah, everyone was dressed nicely and the food looked delicious, but there wasn't cool pop music playing like Ray Charles. Instead, there was a slow live orchestra playing; which, would be cool... if she wasn't trying to enjoy a crazy fun night!

Anya grumbled something under her breath as she put another after another chocolate-covered strawberry on her plate. This night was already starting off painfully bad.

Luckily, there was someone there to make it a bit better.

"Hey, Anya." Damian suddenly said out of nowhere, making the pinkette jump. She was complaining so much in her head she hadn't even heard his thoughts!