She blushed harder and looked away in the other direction, clutching the flowers over her chest. Thier blooms hiding her exposed cleavege.
"I've never worn anything like this before," she murmured. Her fingers under his moving to intertwine ever so slightly. "You should go without me... I'll just... I'll apologise to Mr. Stark for the trouble..."
Did she really want him to leave her there? No. Did she really want to go to this thing with him? Yes. Was she mortified by the idea of actually going? HELL YES.