2 WEEKS LATER

There were parties, as usual. Philippa did not go though she thought she should have. She had heard Daniella talk about her dress and plans. Philippa chose never to go to parties because her main focus was her education. Nevertheless, she went every single year to the prom with the hope someone would ask her. Long story short, she sat on the bench looking around till everyone was too drunk from the spiked punch. Even if someone had asked her she would have said no. She was waiting for the right person. If only-

"Oops!" Philippa's thought were interrupted as someone bumped into her and her books fell to the floor. She bent over to pick them up and lifted up her head to yell at the person who had muttered the Oops. It was none other than that right person.