Tastes like Mayonnaise
Diana beamed as she stepped out of the house_ finally.
She had gone back to the mirror over a hundred times to be sure she looked perfect. She smiled as she watched him step out of the car, looking as handsome as ever, just staring at him was enough to make her pull her legs together. Michael stopped in his steps and his eyes appreciated her body; she was putting on a short pink dress, with sandals, and she had packed her hair up, some strands falling here and there which made her look very cute.
Diana blushed as she looked away from him;
''Yah, stop staring at me like that, you're making me blush. ''
She laughed as she felt her cheeks and ears heat up, her fingers clasped around the basket in her hands tightly.
Michael smiled his head as he approached her,
''how did I get so lucky? ''
He said as he approached her, Diana's smile caught on her lips, and she blinked at him;
''Uh? ''