From the time I hung up my phone, I began planning the words I would use to tell William I wasn’t going to the prom with him.
Hurting William was the last thing I wanted to do. But he had to understand that I asked Victor to go to the prom first. William and I could still have a dance or two at the prom, but Victor had to be my escort.
I left my office, said goodnight to the receptionist, and traveled down to the parking garage while rehearsing in my mind what I decided to say to him.
I was satisfied that the words I chose were gentle and respectful enough to make him see that I cared about him and make him realize I had to be fair to Victor, too.
William’s car was parked near the lower-level elevator doors. I opened the door and slid inside the Mustang before he could get out of the v
