My Prom Dress Stayed in the Closet After My Stage 3 Diagnosis—But What My Date Did at Prom Changed My Future Forever

in a black suit, holding a small box with a silver ribbon. His blond hair was hidden under a dark hat, and his smile was nervous but warm.

My mother let him in, and when he saw me sitting in sweatpants instead of my dress, his expression softened.

“Elena,” he said quietly.

I looked away. “I can’t do it.”

He crossed the room and knelt in front of me.

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