“Entering an white tie and tails party wearing an ordinary suit, he announced,"Please, I don't want anyone to apologize for over dressing.”
“Chance wore a white tuxedo with tails. On anyone else? Doopy. On him? Yes, please.”
“I will not wear a tulle-tailed dunce cap for anyone or for any reason.”
“I remember exactly what you were wearing, [...] Dark suit, red tie, gold watch, and a blond woman.”
“So it’s your death suit.” “Correct. Don’t you have a death outfit?”“Yeah,” I said. “It’s a dress I bought for my fifteenth birthday party. But I don’t wear it on dates.”His eyes lit up. “We’re on a date?” he asked.I looked down, feeling bashful. “Don’t push it.”
“Please. She sighed. 'Can't a girl have high standards? I don't want an ordinary boy.”