“Then why are we here?” I asked.
“Because I still wanted to go to prom,” Georgia said. “It’s my senior prom. I bought this dress in February. And I thought you deserved to know what he was planning before you spent the whole night wondering why I was being horrible.” ShopParty Decor
“Planning for what?” I said.
“That’s the part I can’t explain yet.”
“Why not?”
“Because I want you to hear it from him,” she said. “It’s not my news to tell.”
“Georgia,” I said, “you’re making this sound like I’m about to inherit a castle.”
“No castle,” she said. “But you might be surprised.”
The theme was “A Night Under the Stars.” Somebody had hung hundreds of little silver paper stars from the ceiling on fishing line. They turned slowly in the air from the heat of the crowd. The basketball hoops were wrapped in white fabric. A DJ booth under among them with colored lights that pulsed with the music.
