The gymnasium was transformed.
Streamers hung from the ceiling. Twinkling lights strung across the walls. A DJ was set up in the corner, playing pop songs that echoed off the bleachers. The theme was "Under the Stars" black and silver decorations everywhere, fake constellations taped to the ceiling.
It was beautiful.
I didn't care.
I stood by the punch table, wearing a dress I'd borrowed from Nellie. It was blue. Simple. The kind of dress that said I tried without trying too hard.
Cade was beside me. He was wearing a suit. His hair was combed. He looked handsome. But his eyes were scanning the crowd.
"She's not here yet," he said.
"She'll be here."
"How do you know?"
"Because she wants to make a statement."
Nellie walked over. She was wearing a sparkly red dress that clashed wit
