For Blade, the prom night was more than just a party; it was a night that pushed her out of her comfort zone. In a mutual agreement, you and Blade had chosen to wear matching outfits, propelling her into the unfamiliar task of selecting a dress.

Your girlfriend shifted uncomfortably, her usual confidence faltering under layers of silk and lace. "I feel like I am wearing someone else's skin," Blade admitted grumpily, her voice tinged with a discontented undertone. "I am more at home in jeans and a leather jacket, not... this."

Blade looked at her reflection in the mirror, feeling self-conscious, a frown adorning her stoic expression.