Hime turned around and looked at herself in the mirror. Her mother had done her hair, and she had placed a tiara on her head and a necklace around her neck to top it off. Hime giggled, realizing that she lived up to her nickname, which directly translated into "Princess." In the end, this was the general idea of what her hair and prom dress looked like:
Hime had added the long elegant arm gloves at the last minute, just in case "the mark" decided to appear on her arms. She sighed contentedly; she could tell that tonight was going to be great. She heard someone walk into her room, and she turned around to see her father, PapaGozarutchi, standing there. He was staring at her with scrutinizing eyes. Hime shifted uncomfortably, unsure of what to do. Then, PapaGozarutchi's eyes softened, and he walked forward to embrace Hime. Hime was shocked; her father never acted this way before. "My daughter...my beautiful Hime..." He cooed, brushing a hair out of her face. "You're all grown up already. My, how time goes by..." A tear ran down his cheek, and this made Hime want to burst out crying. PapaGozarutchi wiped her watery eyes with his shirt. "Don't cry, now. Your make-up will run..." He said, hugging her again. Hime held back her tears. "I love you, Papa." She sniffled. "I love you too, my little cherry blossom." He replied, and the two of them shared a heartfelt father-daughter moment.
Alejandro had finished his last-minute touches on his tuxedo when he recieved Kuro's text. He replied:
Yes, I just finished getting ready. I'll be over soon. After picking up their dates, everyone's meeting at your house for photos and such before we get in the limo, correct? He grabbed the red rose boutonniere for Kuro from his refrigerator.