He's not that dumb

On the second day of school, I was excited; too ecstatic. Elle dressed me up again. My hair was packed up into puffy bunches with cute flowery pink and black hair bands, a pink cold shoulder crop top, black high-waisted stock jeans and Nike sneakers, pink and black to be precise. My handbag was black with pink zippers and a fluffy fur ball dangling at its front side. Elle made my makeup all pink and black; pink blush and eye-shadow, black lipsticks and my eyelashes brushed up with thick mascara. That's the best I can describe.

To say the least, I looked like a pretty flamingo.

"…I thought I should buy him something nice for our third anniversary but I just don't know what to buy." Elle lamented. She had been lamenting all morning about her third anniversary with Dermot. She had yet to do something nice for him.

"What did you get for the past two years?"

"First year, a hopeless wristwatch," she sighed sadly, rubbing her arm.

"Why do you think it's useless?"

"He's the crown prince,