Liam

“Smile!”

Laurie, Adele’s mom, said as we were about to get into the limo. My hands were around Adele’s waist. I was fucking smiling. I wasn’t sure what Adele was doing; all the make-up in the world couldn’t hide the distressed look in those dark eyes. She looked the most beautiful woman in the world and yet the most miserable one all at the same time.

How was that even possible?

We’d spoken the previous night and she was excited about it. She’d said that she hoped I’d like her dress. I even joked and told her that she could be wearing a paper bag and she’ll still be the prettiest girl there.

Fuck!

That was before I saw her coming down the stairs. I was fucking speechless. I’m not the Prom type of guy. I think that the whole thing is a fucking show. One that I could do without out going to, but she wanted to go. And I thought that for once in my life I would go out on a limb and do something for someone else. Instead of always doing what I want to do.

Now, I could see that I was fucki