AURORA'S POV:
Prom is tonight. Somehow, with everything that’s happened; the visions, the war, Arc’s father being banished, it feels surreal that I’m about to attend something so ordinary.
The air smells like lavender and new beginnings. I’m standing in front of the mirror in my bedroom, turning slowly from side to side, trying to picture myself in the dress I got in the mall with Cali.
Except nothing about tonight will be ordinary.
There’s a knock at the front door. Then another. One on the left, then one on the right. I blink.
Of course.
I race down the stairs, the wooden railing smooth under my fingers as I half-run. When I open the door, I find Jon on the left side of the porch, a bouquet of moon lilies in one hand and his other hand stuffed awkwardly in his pocket. Arc stands on
