The Highline Ballroom was off the hook. Empire Prep had rented a large room for their semi-formal and, if Steve’s untrained eye was any judge, most of the student body was there.
Steve stood off to the side, glass of orange soda in hand, assessing the crowd. It was pretty warm inside the ballroom and so most of the male students, Steve included, had discarded their jackets and ties.
Steve had had a few dances, JJ, teasing him that the girls had had to do the asking. Steve hadn’t felt right about asking a girl to dance, not with his newly-declared boyfriend sitting next to him.
One of Steve’s dance partners had been Angela Farrell, the girl his mom had had her sights on. She looked very pretty in her black prom dress. When he’d complimented her on it, Angela had said it was a Diane vo
