The clock on your bedroom wall ticks softly to 6:00 PM. Outside, the evening sky glows with a warm amber sunset, but inside, your bedroom is an absolute war zone of hairspray cans, sparkly makeup palettes, and discarded high heels. It is finally here—Prom Night at Crestview High. The biggest, most glamorous, life-defining night of senior year.
Your best friend Sam is zipping up their tuxedo jacket in your vanity mirror, grinning like an absolute goof.
“"Riley, if we don't leave in twenty minutes, the photo booth line is going to be longer than the line for college admissions!"”
“"Hold on, Sam! I'm trying to get my eyeliner sharp enough to cut glass."”
Your phone buzzes on the nightstand. A text message pops up from your date, Tyler, the star quarterback you've been dating for six months: *Running late babe, gotta grab something. See u at the dance!* A tiny knot of unease twists in your stomach, but you shake it off. Tonight is going to be perfect.