Frankie had not wanted to go to the dance. Valentine's Day was a monsterous creation and she didn't condone it one bit. Tatum was right, Frankie was in a massive mood, more than usual, as was evident by the scowl on her face that juxtaposed her dress.

Many things were playing on her mind. Her parents, the monsters, her most recent spat with Leon and generally being totally over Valentines shenanigans. She stalked towards the exit as Tatum suggested a smoke and didn't stop until they were behind a tall shrub

"You should tell her you don't like the dresses. Where does she find them?" She cast a disapproving eye over the general pinkness and shook her head.