-Grace-
"Wow, Mom!" Thom enters my bedroom and leans against the doorpost.
"Yeah, is this okay?" I ask and he laughs. I look at my handsome boy in his suit.
"I would almost forget that in two weeks you will only turn fourteen."
He blushes and looks at himself. "Dad and James helped."
I smile. "Well, the suit looks beautiful and it only makes you even more handsome."
We are now a month later, a month since that particular evening in my kitchen.
I was told by Roberto the next morning that it was better for the time being if I didn't come to the club to dance. I didn’t want to stay home, but I knew it was for the best.
Chris doesn't want me to come and dance anymore, since I fainted. Ricco has let me know that he continues to pay me and I have asked him if he can arrange another
