The night of the Gala the girls, dressed in their finery, waited in the decorated, music-filled lobby for the men to escort them. “This is so rad,” Frannie gushed. “We look like Cinderellas.”
Missy squealed with delight when J.R. and Mike arrived. “You look scrumptious. I could just eat you up,” she cried. J.R. pulled a wrist corsage from behind his back and slid it onto Missy’s wrist. He leaned down to kiss her on the lips. The hoots and snickers were good-natured; J.R. and Missy were a popular couple.
Mike said, bowing toward the girls, “Ladies, I have never seen anything more beautiful than you. He looked directly at Leslie, who blushed at the compliment.
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