turd.” She looked completely irritated at my lack of attention towards her. She tapped her foot in a floor length ball gown. The deep navy color made her pale skin look like porcelain. Her blonde hair cascaded down her back and the slim fit through the waist showed off her curves. She looked stunning.
“That’s the one!” I shouted excitedly. “You look amazing, Aster. Really. It’s perfect.”
“Yeah?” she asked, looking down at herself and then doing a three-sixty in the mirror of the changing room.
“Yup,” I confirmed. She smiled her beautiful bright smile at me before disappearing into the fitting room and changing back into her clothes. We brought the dress to the register, paid for it with her dad’s credit card and headed out in search of the perfect shoes.
I daydreamed about it a lot…what I’d wear, how I’d fix my hair, what kind of corsage my date would bring me, how I would dance. Prom was the highlight, to me, of our senior year. I wanted it to be perfect. The plan? Meet up with Aster and her date, Jim, for dinner, then convoy over to the big event for an evening of dancing, fun, and magic! It was going to be so perfect!! I stood in the foyer of my house with my stepmom on one side of me and my dad pacing back and forth on the other. I smoothed my hands down over my black, fitted floor-length silk dress. My stepmom spent three hours curling and pinning up my long black locks, but the outcome was stunning. I wore a little more makeup than normal but not too much. I must have done something right because when I came downstairs my dad’s eyes had bugged out and he demanded that I change. Carol and I had just laughed at him. The knock on the door startled him. I watched Carol shoot him a look before he swung the door open. Our prom theme was Mafia so Cane went with a blood red cummerbund and mini-roses for his boutonnière. He stepped through the threshold after shaking my dad’s hand and when I caught sight of him in his white tux my draw dropped. Carol nudged my shoulder and I instantly picked my jaw up off the floor.
“Hi,” I breathed.
“ Mags, you’re stunning...wow…” Cane said and let out a low whistle. His eyes dragged slowly over my body from toe to top. His eyes seemed darker than usual and it set my belly on fire. Our contrasting outfits were tied together by the blood-red flowers he’d picked out. We looked rather dashing. I’d never felt so beautiful and wanted in my life. “This is for you, I hope it’s right,” he said, handing me a wrist corsage of red roses. It was gorgeous and I had really been hoping he didn't go for one of those pin on corsages. The air whooshed from my lungs. Seriously? Hot. No, strike that. The definition of hot and thoughtful. “It’s exactly perfect,” I gushed as he slipped the elastic over my hand. His fingers grazed the inside of my wrist,. leaving the skin tingling. We let my dad and Carol take at least a hundred pictures of us before we finally headed out to meet Aster and Jim at school.
When we arrived there were champagne colored balloons, in different sizes, taped on the wall as a backdrop. Paper flower garlands were strung between the lights over the dance floor. Everything looked expensive and magical. If it wasn’t for Cane being so handsome I’d never have torn my eyes from the twinkling lights. Cane leaned down and kissed that spot just behind my ear that drives me wild. “What do you think, pretty girl?” he murmured. His thumb swept back and forth at my lower back across the silky material. It was divine. We got photos taken as we walked in, and then Aster and I decided to dance all night.
We never stopped, even when the guys took a break. Every once in a while Cane would bring me a drink. He was always so sweet. Our slow dances just about undid me. Swaying together, the feel of his hands at the small of my back and the sound of his heart in my ear as I rested my head on his chest was heavenly. I was sure tears
“That’s the one!” I shouted excitedly. “You look amazing, Aster. Really. It’s perfect.”
“Yeah?” she asked, looking down at herself and then doing a three-sixty in the mirror of the changing room.
“Yup,” I confirmed. She smiled her beautiful bright smile at me before disappearing into the fitting room and changing back into her clothes. We brought the dress to the register, paid for it with her dad’s credit card and headed out in search of the perfect shoes.
I daydreamed about it a lot…what I’d wear, how I’d fix my hair, what kind of corsage my date would bring me, how I would dance. Prom was the highlight, to me, of our senior year. I wanted it to be perfect. The plan? Meet up with Aster and her date, Jim, for dinner, then convoy over to the big event for an evening of dancing, fun, and magic! It was going to be so perfect!! I stood in the foyer of my house with my stepmom on one side of me and my dad pacing back and forth on the other. I smoothed my hands down over my black, fitted floor-length silk dress. My stepmom spent three hours curling and pinning up my long black locks, but the outcome was stunning. I wore a little more makeup than normal but not too much. I must have done something right because when I came downstairs my dad’s eyes had bugged out and he demanded that I change. Carol and I had just laughed at him. The knock on the door startled him. I watched Carol shoot him a look before he swung the door open. Our prom theme was Mafia so Cane went with a blood red cummerbund and mini-roses for his boutonnière. He stepped through the threshold after shaking my dad’s hand and when I caught sight of him in his white tux my draw dropped. Carol nudged my shoulder and I instantly picked my jaw up off the floor.
“Hi,” I breathed.
“ Mags, you’re stunning...wow…” Cane said and let out a low whistle. His eyes dragged slowly over my body from toe to top. His eyes seemed darker than usual and it set my belly on fire. Our contrasting outfits were tied together by the blood-red flowers he’d picked out. We looked rather dashing. I’d never felt so beautiful and wanted in my life. “This is for you, I hope it’s right,” he said, handing me a wrist corsage of red roses. It was gorgeous and I had really been hoping he didn't go for one of those pin on corsages. The air whooshed from my lungs. Seriously? Hot. No, strike that. The definition of hot and thoughtful. “It’s exactly perfect,” I gushed as he slipped the elastic over my hand. His fingers grazed the inside of my wrist,. leaving the skin tingling. We let my dad and Carol take at least a hundred pictures of us before we finally headed out to meet Aster and Jim at school.
When we arrived there were champagne colored balloons, in different sizes, taped on the wall as a backdrop. Paper flower garlands were strung between the lights over the dance floor. Everything looked expensive and magical. If it wasn’t for Cane being so handsome I’d never have torn my eyes from the twinkling lights. Cane leaned down and kissed that spot just behind my ear that drives me wild. “What do you think, pretty girl?” he murmured. His thumb swept back and forth at my lower back across the silky material. It was divine. We got photos taken as we walked in, and then Aster and I decided to dance all night.
We never stopped, even when the guys took a break. Every once in a while Cane would bring me a drink. He was always so sweet. Our slow dances just about undid me. Swaying together, the feel of his hands at the small of my back and the sound of his heart in my ear as I rested my head on his chest was heavenly. I was sure tears
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