Mathilde looked behind. He went on his knees with a rose in his hand. "Would you like to go to the prom with me?" He asked. Mathilde stood up in shock and surprised. "Marcel? You?" she asked. (Marcel's our classmate.) "Yeah" He said. "You are doing this because you are just feeling sorry for me." she said and wiped her tears. "No, I'm not. I genuinely want to go with you." He stood up and gave her the rose. "Trust me." He said with a little smile.