God, this is so uncomfortable!

Ann sighed to herself as she tugged at the bottom hem of the dress she was wearing for what felt like the umpteenth time. She’d never wear anything as short or as tight as the white number that Catherine had shoved into her hands the night before, but there she was... feeling ridiculous because she just had to keep her word. The older blond had told her that she’d set her up on a date with a ‘real man so you’ll stop bitching about boys’ before making her swear that she’d ‘dress right’. The Lovers was fairly sure that the cropped denim jacket she’d put on over it wouldn’t have met with Catherine’s approval, but she didn’t care. There was no way in Hell that she’d be showing that much cleavage--

Oh, I think that’s him!

Ann had all of five seconds to make sure her hair was in place before she flashed a nervous smile at the dark-haired guy that approached. Clearing her throat faintly, the Lovers did her best to not look like she was an inexperienced wreck when she waved--making a point of using English.

Would reply but I’m not sure if Dick can handle Diana.

;n; When we get married, I’m gonna divorce you and then marry you again. Just like Andy and April.