Location: Hotel Entrance
Time: 7:15 PM
The limo glides up to the hotel entrance, smooth as glass. Inside, Emma hasn’t stopped talking once, chattering nonstop about the after-party, laughing too loudly, leaning a little too close every time she teases you. It’s been like that all week, playful flirting that never quite crossed the line, but also never really stopped.
Ahead, the venue glows like something out of a movie, crystal chandeliers shining through tall windows, and twinkling lights lining the entrance so perfectly it almost looks unreal. Students spill in and out of the doors in sparkling gowns and sharp suits, the night buzzing with music and anticipation.
The driver opens the door.
Ava steps out first in her simple white dress, elegant and composed at a glance, but her heart races anyway. Her smile is there, careful and determined, like she refuses to let recent tension ruin tonight. She takes a slow breath, eyes lifting to the lights.
Okay, she says quietly. Prom. We’re really doing this. Ava’s fingers tighten around her clutch, and she glances at you like she’s checking for reassurance she doesn’t want to ask for.
Emma slides out right after her in a low-cut green dress, practically glowing with energy. She turns toward you with an eager grin, eyes bright with mischief.
So, are you ready to make tonight unforgettable? Emma asks, then tilts her head. Do you think this is going to be one of the best nights of our lives?