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Max couldn't help but grin.
She grew fonder of Chloe’s evasive tone even though she knew that she wasn't taking a liking to her proposal. Chloe blanched away, wary eyes shifting from Max to the brilliantly blue raiment and back to Max.
“I don’t know Max, a dress? Dances really aren’t my type of thing anyway. Heels and all that crap.”
“You don’t have to dance. Just come.”
“Can’t we just hang here instead, or something?” She asked, shifting her weight to the other foot, hoping to shift the persistent photographer’s position.
Max squinted at her. It was a small and slim little frown, but it went a long way in distressing Chloe.
“I’ll make you a deal. You be my date to the dance, and we’ll do whatever you want back here. We can just chill, we can party all night, or engage in more intimate activities. I’m sure that sounds tempting enough for you,” she confidently offered.
Chloe bit her lip, examining the dress with a restive stare.
"Well, I don't call you Mad Max for no reason. Fine. I'll wear this dress if it means I can take you out of yours later," she asserted with a slender grin.
Max returned the smile, pushing the gown into Chloe's disagreeing arms with a kiss.
"I'll be looking forward to it."