The prom night was in full swing. The ballroom of Eastbridge High shimmered with gold and silver drapes, the lights reflecting off glittering chandeliers that sparkled like captured stars. The music pulsed through the air, a mixture of laughter, chatter, and the occasional pop tune filling every corner. It was the night everyone had looked forward to for months — a night of glamour, joy, and memories to seal their high school years.
Paul stood near one of the refreshment tables, fidgeting with the button on his navy-blue blazer. His countenance felt a little too tight, and the soft buzz of excitement surrounding him only made his nerves worse. He had arrived a few minutes earlier, standing awkwardly by the entrance as students streamed in — pairs holding hands, friends taking selfies, and
