So when you gonna tell her-

'Oh god' is Grayson Hawthorne's only thought as you walk into the Gala. Emily, Emily, Emily, Emily. The braid, the makeup, the dress- and oh god, the color.

that we did that too?

"Ow! Gray, not so hard," Emily says through a wince as Grayson pulls the braid apart gently. "Sorry, Em," he says with a smile, gently massaging the braid out.

she thinks it's special

"You look like-" Grayson starts. "Emily, I know," you respond, looking down. Thea. "I shouldn't have let her pick the color." "It's not just the dress- it's your hair it-it-" You've never heard Grayson Hawthorne stutter. Never. This is what Emily does to him. "I would take it out if I could, but it's a two person job," you say, trying to joke.

but it's all reused. "I know," he says under his breath.