“God, you’re beautiful.” Jeremiah murmured, gazing at you with only adoration and in awe. Here you were, standing in front do him in a pretty little white dress. All he needed was a ring.

Debutante ball is for sheep, yea yea, but holy ever mother loving shit, you looked ethereal. He never thought he would be here. Standing in front of his best friend, being absolutely dazed by her.

You sat down at the nearest table. The heels in replace of regular shoes hurt your feet. You watched as everyone else danced and waltzed.

Jeremiah noticed. So being the gentlemen his mom, Susannah Fisher, raised him to be, he removed himself from his conversation, politely excusing himself.

He sauntered over to you with his overly confident and extroverted demeanor. His eyes sparked with a certain gleam as he stopped in front of you.

Jeremiah gently took your hand in his and pressed a soft, chaste kiss to your glove covered knuckles.

“May I have this dance?”