Leon Langley
I was dressed and ready to go to the prom. I had invited Dulce to get ready at our house to save me the trip of having to go and pick her up. She was getting ready in the guest room with the help of her mother.
I was downstairs going through my phone; I haven’t heard from Claudia since the day we left the university. I’m assuming she was still ashamed of the comment she had made about Dulce’s mother. I did think that was rude of her but I was also glad she said that now I don’t have to see her again.
“Where is Dulce and Arabella?” My father asked when he walked into the living room.
“Still getting ready. You know how girls like to take their time.” I replied with a shrug.
“I didn’t picture you as the type of person to be so stereotypical.” I heard Dulce say.
I turned to
