The Night of Prom
Sixteen-year-old bella had been nervous for days. She'd finally gathered the courage to ask her crush, Kelvin, to prom. To her surprise, he said yes with a charming smile that left her breathless.
That night, she wore a dress that made her feel powerful-sleek, bold, and beautiful. Her friends gasped in admiration when they saw her. "You look stunning," one of them whispered.
Bella smiled, scanning the room, her heart skipping a beat when she spotted Kelvin across the dance floor. She started walking toward him, but then stopped.
He was with his friends-laughing. She was about to wave when she heard her name.
"She's hot, I'll give her that," Kelvin said with a smirk. "But I'm only going with her to see how far she'll go. Prom night, right? Might as well get something out of it."
Her stomach dropped.
Bella face flushed-not with embarrassment, but with anger and disbelief. Her heart raced, the dress that once made her feel confident now felt like a costume for someone else's game.
She turned sharply, ignoring the burning in her chest, and walked away-tears threatening, but her head held high.
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