The lights dimmed, the disco ball above casting speckled glimmers across the floor like a constellation. A slow, cheesy love song from a decade ago started playing—one with lyrics that made most teens cringe, but for some reason, it was always the prom classic.
Couples were already pairing off, some shy, some smug, some already pretending they knew how to waltz. But right in the center, amidst the swirling gowns and awkward tuxedos, stood Tabitha and Reid.
Tabitha, radiant in her red sparkling dress, was still holding Reid by the arm like she was afraid he might bolt. Which was not a totally unreasonable fear.
"I—I don't think this dance is scientifically designed for optimal foot coordination," Reid muttered, glancing down at his own too-large shoes. "It lacks . . . structure."
Tabitha rolled her eyes with a grin and pulled him closer. "That's the point, genius. Dancing isn't about structure. It's about the moment. The feeling. The rhythm of your heart."
