“I know you already made plans to go with Thomas and Bea, but if it’s cool
with you, I could join you.” He stepped so close I was sure he heard my rapid
heartbeat. “Say yes, and I promise you’ll have a night you’ll never forget.”
“Okay,” I relented.
“I’ll call you this evening to confirm the details.” Christopher leaned in and
kissed me on the cheek. Without waiting for my response, he turned and walked
away.
I leaned against my locker, dazed. Did I just get asked out by the hottest guy in school?
“Did you just kiss Christopher Ross?” Thomas squealed. My best friend
rushed in and began his rapid-firing questions at me. “Is he the mystery man?
What did he want? Is that rose from him?”
“I… I don’t know what just happened, but I am going to prom with him,” I
blurted out.
Thomas frowned.
“I mean we are going to prom - you, Bea, Christopher, and me,” I corrected.
Linking his arm in mine, he screeched, “Ooh, you must tell me all. Let’s get
a java on our way home.” Thomas danced around me as if we were already at Prom. Grabbing my hand, he twirled me. “Ross is connected. Prom is going to
be amazing.”
Christopher Ross was the typical Cali boy: good-looking, blonde locks, blue eyes, tan and fit. Besides his gorgeous appearance, he was also smart and dedicated to his studies. His father was a big-shot lawyer who gave it all up to be a law firm administrator. He came from a family of old money, but Christopher
never made you feel like he was better than you.
On the day of prom, Bea, Thomas, and I spent our time getting ready at my
house with my mother fluttering around us. She was as excited about our evening as we were. When Christopher showed up with the limo to pick us up, I
thought my mother would faint.
We piled into the limo laughing. I was glad Thomas suggested inviting Bea.
She would keep Thomas busy, so I could focus on Christopher.
The first stop was at a fancy steakhouse on the beach, where we were greeted
by an overzealous maître d’.
“Mr. Christopher, we are so pleased you have chosen to dine with us,” he gushed.
“Thank you, Zachery,” Christopher said nonchalantly. “I hope the requests I
made are still available.”
“Of course, of course, follow me,” he answered.
We were led through the crowded dining room. Several waitstaff joined us,
and soon the other diners were staring at us, their reactions clearly expressing their thoughts. Who is that? Movie stars? Probably rich kids.
Instead of seating us at a table in the dining room, we were brought to an elegant and secluded space. The table was laid with golden silverware, fine china, and bouquets of flowers everywhere.
Christopher pulled my seat out for me. “Are you okay with us being
separated from the rest of the diners?”
“This is fantastic, Christopher,” I praised.
Both Thomas and Bea eagerly chimed in with their enthusiastic agreement.
