Sienna
The fork in my hand suddenly felt too heavy. Mom’s words hung in the air like a stone dropped into still water.
“So… what about prom? Have you thought about your dates yet?”
I swallowed, hard, my mind racing. I could feel Jaxon’s stare burning into me, both of us fumbling for a reply but neither daring to speak first.
Dad leaned forward, eyebrows raised in curiosity. “Well? You two must’ve thought about it by now. Don’t tell me nobody’s asked either of you.”
I forced a laugh, my voice thinner than I wanted. “It’s… um… it’s complicated.”
Jaxon shifted in his seat, clearing his throat like he was about to buy me time. But Mom didn’t give us much of a pause. She tilted her head, her smile playful but sharp enough to feel like a spotlight.
“Complicated?” she echoed. “Come on, Sie
