At first, she thought I was joking. “What would I even wear?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Something fabulous,” I told her.
A week later, she had a sparkly blue dress, and I had a matching tie. When we walked into the venue, all eyes were on us.
I expected a few weird looks, maybe some whispers. Instead, people started clapping.
My friends cheered. Even the principal wiped a tear.
And then? Alma hit the dance floor.
I mean, really hit the dance floor. She twirled, she laughed, she even did a little shimmy to a Bruno Mars song.
But the best part?
Halfway through the night, the DJ grabbed the mic and made an announcement that the next song was dedicated to the “Queen of the Prom,” and it was none other than Alma herself! Everyone erupted into applause, and Alma was beaming with joy.
