Well at least this was over. Hopefully the next time she came in contact with Mr. Prewett (and there would be a next time if she had anything to do with it) it would be under less distressing circumstances. She smiled graciously and turned to her chaperon, who was still as white in the face as she'd been the moment Helga was stuck.
"An escort would be much appreciated, Mr. Prewett. I do not fear for my safety, but rather my poor chaperon's health. I would not be well equipped if she were to faint on the way home," she said solemnly, not displeased with the idea of getting to spend just a little longer with the bachelor. "Shall we be on our way?"
"An escort would be much appreciated, Mr. Prewett. I do not fear for my safety, but rather my poor chaperon's health. I would not be well equipped if she were to faint on the way home," she said solemnly, not displeased with the idea of getting to spend just a little longer with the bachelor. "Shall we be on our way?"
— set by MJ! <3 —