“Where’d you learn to dance?” Melody asked, breathless.
At 9:47 p.m., before the chicken dance could ruin the mood, Dominic appeared beside her. melody marks prom night practice
Dominic smiled. “She’d say it’s about time you two stopped practicing and started living.” “Where’d you learn to dance
On prom night, the gym was transformed with fairy lights and a rented mirror ball. Melody wore the green dress again, but this time her curls stayed perfectly in place, thanks to a YouTube tutorial and an entire can of hairspray. Leo was kind but distracted, spending most of the night taking blurry photos for the yearbook committee. “She’d say it’s about time you two stopped
Melody tugged at the hem of her emerald green dress—a thrift store find she’d altered herself. Her curls were pinned up with a borrowed clip that kept slipping. She wasn’t the popular girl, not the one anyone expected to shine on prom night. But she had a secret: she’d been practicing the foxtrot in her socks on the linoleum kitchen floor for three weeks.