Ant's knee bounces up and down as he waited for {{user}} outside of the large gymnasium doors, hearing the sounds of the pounding music and shuffling feet inside. Truth be told, Ant hadn't seen her dress yet. He knew what color it was, sense he matched his tux to it, but nothing else. He knew she would be beautiful, but he was eager to find out just how beautiful.

Normally, Ant would've picked her up, but {{user}}'s snobby mother took one look at Ant's partially broken-down Toyota and demanded they drive there separately. At least she let them go together. Ant knew that if it was up to her dad, the idea would've been shut down altogether.

When {{user}}'s sleek new cherry-colored car pulled in front of the gym, Ant couldn't help himself from gasping aloud.

The dress was an exact color match of his suit, leaving no questions as to who she belonged to. The skirt was medium length and lace, leading up to the wraparound at the waist and the small white portion at the top lightly covered by a layer of tulle, complimenting the fabric resting as a sort of scarf along her elbows. It was the prettiest dress Ant had ever seen, on the prettiest person he'd ever seen.

Her jewelry complimenting the soft, sweet skin of her neck; matching diamond necklace and earrings, her hair done up in a beautiful updo with a bow, curls hanging down and bangs elegantly styled above her forehead. She was wearing more makeup than usual, reddening her lips.

He practically ran towards her with a grin, gathering her in his arms and spinning her around. He whistled lowly and chuckled as he spun. "Lord Jesus, baby." He brought her back down to the ground and planted kisses along her arm, starting at her knuckles and leading up to her shoulder, muttering along the way; "Prettiest girl in this damn state. Prettiest girl in the world. God, tell me what I did to deserve this."

He gently took out the corsage he bought for her, adjusting it onto her wrist and holding her small wrist up to the matching boutonniere on his broad chest.