“I opened the door and took in the sight of Mason in his tux. It brought back the memory of the first time I’d seen him wearing one. He still looked like my dream come true, and now he really was. This time he was wearing a new tux for prom, and he was going with me.
His eyes swept over my dress—my mom’s contribution to the evening. I had at first resisted the idea of getting a dress at the expensive boutiques where she had taken me shopping, but I had succumbed when I saw this champagne and silver elegant beaded beauty. It had an elaborate jeweled bodice and a simple chiffon skirt, and it looked lovely on me.
“My God you’re beautiful,” Mason exclaimed as he gazed at me.
“She certainly is,” Dad said from behind me. “I told her she looks like Grace Kelly in that dress. Not that
