The principal wiped his eyes and said, “I think we already know who deserves the first dance.”
The music started softly.
Leo held out his hand.
I looked at my emerald dress, the scarf on my head, the bracelet on my wrist, and the boy who had turned my worst night into the beginning of my courage.
So I danced.
Not because I wasn’t afraid.
I was terrified.continue reading …
