Silver Spoon Fall Formal (pt. 1?)

I'd take Silver Spoon to the fall formal.

No foolin'.

>"M-me? HA... right...! Like I'd wanna be seen with a dork like you..."
>"I'm gonna go now...!!"

I bet she's not so bad when she's not around DT and doesn't have to follow her lead.

>She sits in a bathroom stall, trying to contain a squeal of glee.
>A boy asked her to the dance!

Even when she approaches you to let you know that she's willing to go with you she'd probably try to hide her excitement and make it sound like she's just doing you a favor.
She doesn't do a very good job of it.

>she idly twirls one of her braids around her finger, looking away
>"I guess I could go with you or something. Maybe you'll surprise me and turn out to not be a TOTAL screw-up."
>"...S-So you'll pick me up at 7, right? You know where my house is? Do you need directions?"

>she spends hours in front of a mirror trying to pick the perfect dress to wear out of her extensive wardrobe
>something cute, but not kiddy
>something sexy, but not slutty
>something elegent, but not frumpy
>should she switch out her glasses for some contact lenses, or would he like it better if she left them on?
>and what on earth will she do with her HAIR?!

>ring ring ring
>Diamond fumbles for her cell phone at her nightstand
>beep
>"What-"
>"HELP ME!"

>the dance is three weeks away

>Diamond comes over the next day to give her a hand
>"How about this-?"
>"Ew. No. You're taking him to a dance, not a tea-party with Mr. Wuzzles."
>"U-Uh...this?"
>"Well maybe if you want him staring at your ass all night long. Too much skin. You need to leave more to the imagination."
>"Ooh ooh! This! How about this?!"
>"...What even is that? A hand-me-down from your grandmother?"
>"...Grandma Silver said it made the boys come running when she was my age..."

>"Silver, have you EVER watched ANY fashion shows? I mean, I love you, but..."

>DT sits her down in front of a mirror
>"Alright. Hair. First step:"
>she plucks the glasses from Silver's eyes and tosses them aside
>"H-Hey!"
>"Those things are just getting in the way. They draw too much attention. If you're gonna be doing your hair up, you'd better make sure he actually looks at it. Wear contacts. Or at least smaller frames."
>"O-Okay..."
>the scrunchie comes loose from her hair, letting it hang down freely
>"My braid!"
>"What, you were gonna go to the dance with BRAIDS?"
>"W-"
>"Shut up. That was rhetorical."

>...
>..
>.

>"Alright! What do you think?"
>"Uh...I-I can't really..."
>"Oh for the love of-Here! But for god's sake get yourself some contacts!"

>the night of the dance finally arrives
>you show up at her house - mansion, more accurately - at 7 sharp
> you've got a nice suit on, a corsage in hand
>you make the trek up the walkway to the front doors, more than a little intimidated by the vastness of the place
>a butler promptly answers when you knock
>"You are the lady's date, I presume?"
>you nod
>"Very good."
>a servant is sent to fetch Silver Spoon, leaving you in the foyer with the butler
>"...The master is working late tonight, so sadly he will be unable to see Ms. Silver off."
>"I, uh-"
>"However, he gave explicit instructions to have the lady back by midnight."
>he peeks at you out of the corner of his eye
>"Though the master is not present, I can assure you that every servant under his employ places a high priority on the lady's safety."
>"..."
>"And the master possesses a sizable estate."
>you let the implications sink in for a moment
>"...Understood."
>"Very good."

>after a few more minutes of agonizing silence, Silver Spoon appears at the top of the stairway
>you almost drop the corsage in shock
>clad in a flowing violet open-back dress, her hair styled into wavy locks reaching down to her shoulderblades, her usual glasses eschewed in favor of a pair of thin-framed spectacles, a string of pearls hanging across her neck...
>she's gorgeous
>seeing you, her eyes widen in surprise
>"You look grea-!"
>catching herself, she pretends to have gotten something caught in her throat
>"Uh, I mean...not bad. I almost didn't recognize you at first."
>you're too entranced to roll your eyes, watching transfixed as she descends the staircase
>seeing the corsage in your hands, she cracks a small grin
>"For me? Oh, you shouldn't have."
>she holds out her wrist for you, giving you a coy smile
>as you slip the corsage onto her, she turns her head away and tries to hide the giddy look on her face
>her composure returns the instant it's on
>holding up her wrist, she inspects the arrangement of flowers
>"...Hmm. Acceptable."
>her eyes refocus on you
>"So...are we doing this or what?"
>the butler holds the door open as the two of you step outside
>"Remember, my good sir. Back by midnight."
>"Understood."