"Why does my mom do this all the time? Is her reputation really more important than me?!" You scoffed. "No, (Y/N), of course not," Damon assured you. "I think.... I think your mom just loses sight of what's important sometimes," he frowned sympathetically.
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"Why are you playing devil's advocate? You saw her just the other night," you pointed out. "Princess," Damon sighed. "From the time we've spent together, what have you had to forgive me for?" "Um.... draining the blood out of my classmates, telling me you love me for the first time in front of my boyfriend and all my friends, fighting with your brother and destroying my furniture—" "Okay, okay, that's good enough," Damon stopped you. "What I mean is, if you can find a way to forgive even me for all that.... maybe you can forgive your mom," he explained.
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You nodded silently. "Yeah. You're right." "I know," Damon sighed. "Come on, we're here." "Where are we?" you asked, looking around.
It was nearly sunset, and the sky looked beautiful. "We.... are at a park, away from all that pageant stuff," he replied. "I thought, since you're already dressed like one.... I'd give you the full princess treatment," Damon Salvatore announced.
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"What?" you asked. "Look."
You stepped out of his car to find that the town gazebo had been decorated with lights and white roses; the flower that Damon always gave you. "This is beautiful. How did you do this?!" You gasped. "Mmm.... let's just say Stefan was free today, and Tyler would do anything to make his twin sister happy," Damon smiled, sticking out his hand. "My lady?"
