Well! That was unexpected. Crowley was actually asking her out. Before now, MacKenna wouldn't have thought he had it in him. "My last school was an all-girl's boarding school in Switzerland," she answered, grinning widely. "If we had dances I'm pretty sure some crazy American executive would have tried to exploit it and put it on TV by now." Actually, that sounded like fun. She would have made a great reality TV star. Maybe she'd put that on her bucket list.
Hm. Going to the dance with Crowley. He wasn't her usual type, but he was cute enough. And Kenna knew she had to find a date for the dance. Going alone wouldn't do - she had to show these people how effortless it was for her to step in and build up a following. But she still wasn't sure about Crowley's popularity level. He didn't seem to be at the top of the food chain, so to speak. Then again, she didn't think he counted as social suicide, either. Yes, he would do. "Alright then," she agreed. "I'll get a dress today. Are you going to pick me up?" She was not going to ask Treat to drive them. She'd shell out her own cash for a limo before she stooped that low.