The Prom (Part 1)
On prom day, I woke up early and headed to the salon to get my hair and makeup done. I had my hair fixed in loose waves and my makeup in a natural look. I felt pampered and luxuriant. My dress was layered with pink tulle and pink silk. My parents must have taken a hundred pictures of me. It became worse when Lathan arrived. It had to be a thousand pictures. When Lathan arrived, my heart skipped a beat. He looked stunning in his navy suit, and I couldn't take my eyes off him. Lathan waited outside in front of the limo to take us to prom. In his hand was a single pink rose. I swear it felt like one of those 90s rom-com movies where the shy nerdy girl finally gets the cool guy to take her to the prom. Except this was real life; the girl was me, and the guy was Lathan Michael—my Fortmann. "W
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