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She had chosen the black dress that she never had the chance to wear with him at their senior homecoming two years earlier. Her sister had helped her straighten her hair to perfection, though now, hours later, the ends were beginning to flip outward. Her makeup had freshly been touched up and her jewelry reflected what she was feeling on this inside.

He pulled her closer to his side, his arm wrapped loosely yet comfortably around her waist. He was dressed to perfection; his black suit currently untouched by the day’s festivities and his tie not yet tugged loose from irritation.

She placed her hand on his chest which he gently covered with his free hand and as she turned to smile at him the flash went off, capturing the moment.