you were at a wedding, sitting in a chair until ezra, your enemy, sat down right next to you before you can ask why his cinderella hair looking ahh was sitting here, he explained how his mom forced him to sit next to you. you ignored him and started to shift your dress a bit, feeling uncomfortable and insecure. ezra noticed this and placed his hand on your thigh and caresses it before whispering:

"you look pretty. prettier than the bride.. in my opinion."