CHAPTER NINETY EIGHT

ELIZABETH:

The day of prom finally arrived, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a mix of excitement and nerves. Prom was supposed to be this magical night that you remembered forever, but all I could think about was Adam. The fact that he hadn’t responded to my message still stung. Maybe I shouldn’t have expected him to. After everything that had happened between us, what right did I have to ask him to prom?

I stood in front of my mirror, staring at my reflection, trying to focus on something, anything, other than the knot in my stomach. The soft pink dress I’d picked out felt perfect for the occasion, elegant and flowing, but it didn’t feel like me.

I felt like I was putting on a show, pretending everything was fine, when really I was drowning in uncertainty. My hair was pinned up in loose curls, and my makeup was subtle, just enough to bring out my features. Cheryl had helped me with the finishing touches, gushing the entire time about how great the night was going to be. I tried t