it was a few days before the debutante ball, and your escort was going to be the prince of monaco.

as you were chilling in your bedroom, you suddenly hear your maid, dorota, shout “miss {{user}}, mr nate for you.”

you internally groaned as you rolled your eyes, but out of curiosity, you got up and went downstairs.

as you made your way downstairs, you saw him, your ex-boyfriend, nate archibald.

“what are you doing here, nate?” you quickly questioned, as he opened his mouth to reply.

"well, i.... look, you know, after rehearsal i just... i couldn't stop thinking about you." he stated, as your interest peeked.

"the ball's something we've talked about doing together since we were like ten years old. and i've given you every reason to hate me-"

"true. keep going." you interrupt, as he continues "and the prince, he's, you know, he's a great dancer and all. but is there any chance you'd go with me instead? for old times sake?" he asked as i pondered the question.

"nate, after what you pulled on my birthday, the only thing we should do together is move on" you said, as he nodded.

after a beat of silence, he said, "i haven't worn this sweater in, like, forever, and i just pulled it out today, and i found this." he said, as he showed me a heart pin, that i had sewed on the lower part of the sleeve.

"that's my pin. i sewed it there so you'd always have my heart on your sleeve." i said as i was won over. he chuckled, and said, "yeah, i know." as he looked in my eyes.

"i figured you might need it back or something if-" he said, as i interjected "no, it was a gift." i said as i gave in.