Shall We Dance?
"Hey, Uma! You look nice today!"
She winked, as she wore a crimson dress. She looked beautiful as roses and blood.
Her shoes were red as herself. Her messy and shoulder-length hair was floating with
blowing wind. Kayra chose to compliment her friend even she looked nice herself.
She meant what she said though…
Uma was looking to the girl as he had that birthmark all over his face. It was unclear that
what he was thinking. The girl he saved years ago was now at a prom with him, and she
didn't even know she owed her life, and her heartbeat to him.
"Shall we dance?" said Kayra and she giggled.
A big entertainment was waiting for them.