Emma Whitcomb “Let's get married,” Mr. Cole's face drained of colors, and for the next few seconds, he stared dumbfounded. By then, silence had already thickened in the air, that even the sound of a pin drop would be heard at that moment. Then the almost silent whispers came on. ‘What’s going on?’ ‘Why is she standing with Mr. Cole instead of Daniel?’ Mr. Cole finally spoke up, his voice firm, “what are you doing?” Just one stride, and I stood so close to him, our bodies almost touching. I moved my hands to his neck, pulled his face down, and pecked his lips without a warning. He stiffened. Gasps echoed behind me. As I pulled away, my hands still wrapped around his neck, a small smile curled round my lips as I said, “play along,” Then I turned around, my eyes meeting Daniel's face. He stood there, his eyes widened, and face pale, like he'd just seen a ghost. I let my eyes wander to mom and dad. They both stared with disbelief. “Thank you, everyone for coming tonight, b
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