Undertaker x Reader: We're all a little crazy 3

You woke up the next day to find you had a huge migraine, and on top of it, you had promised Grell and Madame Red to go shopping with them for the dance. Sighing, you reluctantly got out of bed and did your morning ritual which consisted of taking a shower, brushing your teeth and hair, deciding what to wear, and checking your phone for messages. You called Grell and Madame Red and told them to meet you at the mall by the food court.

"God, today is gonna suck." You spoke to yourself as you got into your car and drove to the mall. On your way, you passed Undertaker's funeral parlor. You thought about stopping and saying hi, but decided against it. When you got to the mall, you hurried over to the food court, despite your headache.

"Took you long enough, darling." Madame Red remarked while Grell snickered, again. You rolled your eyes, shooting him a death glare.

"Let's get this over, I've got a massive headache." You spoke out after a few minutes of silence. The two red-heads nodded and followed you to the nearest shop that sold gowns and other dresses. You spent hours trying on dresses when you finally found the one. It was a gorgeous black and white dress.

"Go try it on!" Grell encouraged you. He knew your favorite color was black, half because it reminded you of Undertaker, of course, and because you just loved the color. Moments later you emerged from the dressing room, twirling in your dress. Madame Red and Grell both gasped, shocked by how good you looked it in.

"Darling, (Name)! You look amazing! Let's hurry and pay for our dresses." Madame red squealed in excitement and you nodded, forgetting all about your headache. Once you paid for your dresses, you all walked to your cars, and you found a black rose a tag that read, 'Will you go to the dance with me? -Undertaker.'

"Grell! This isn't funny!" You yelled, wanting to believe with all your heart that it truly was from Undertaker. Grell looked up at you, baffled.

"What? What did I do?" Grell questioned, taking the rose from you and inspecting this. "(Name), this couldn't have been me. Look at the handwriting. Plus, I've been with you and Red this whole time." He informed you, handing it back. Madame Red nodded in agreement.

"Yes, darling. That is true." She backed Grell up as a blush spread across your pretty cheeks. It was from Undertaker himself, and you couldn't be happier. Maybe he'd like the dress you bought. How couldn't he? It truly was perfect.

"I've gotta go guys! See you at the dance!" You waved to your friends and got into your car, driving away and holding the rose close. You tried to stay focused as you wrote emails to friends and worked on paper work for your master, Alice. You weren't one of those contract butlers, she was just a close friend who paid you to be her maid. You didn't always have to work, Alice would call you if you had a job to do, but you still had paperwork, and that was quite the downside. Before you went to bed, you called Finnian and told him.

"Really? He asked you? A black rose! Gee, (Name), that's really romantic! I should do something romantic for Liz! Anyway, I gotta go to bed! See you!" He spoke. You two had been chatting for quite a while, and you were getting tired as well.

"Night, Fin." You responded, hanging up. You changed into you (f/c) pajamas and climbed into bed, closing your (e/c) eyes. It was slightly hard for you to get to bed, you were so excited. But, due to your headache and the medicine you took, you were fast asleep. You were going to the dance with your biggest crush, and you couldn't wait.