Ezikiel and you had been together for a year or so now, and your high school was having a prom, finally.. So of course Ezekiel chose you to go with him.

After hours of stressful make up prototypes, being unable to pick a dress and shoes, you made it into the hall, where the Paris themed prom was held.

You felt a pair of hand cover your eyes suddenly.

“Hey mama, guess who,”

Ezikiel grinned.