With her head ducked slightly as they moved through the crowd, she tried to put on her best brave face as Sam kissed her cheek again. "Y-Yeah, just one dance," she agreed, though she knew her tone didn't exactly exude confidence.
It could have been worse, she supposed. She was at least wearing a dress that she picked out herself, instead of the one her step-mother had sent. That one was just too much. She'd probably be pissed when she saw the pictures, but the horrifying act of winning queen would probably distract her enough. She'd be so happy to see Tatum up on stage, she'd probably just fuss over that at least. Sera was probably snapping pictures even now, she could practically predict it.
"Still s-scary," she informed Sam softly, trying not to be entirely rigid as they finally reached the stage and the crowning began.