“They’ll be c.r.u.e.l to you.”
“I know.”
“Your classmates will film it. People will post it everywhere.”
“I know.”
I reached across the table and held his hand.
“Then why put yourself through all of that?”
Ethan lowered his eyes to the red fabric lying between us.
Then he quietly said:
“Because I made a promise.”
I wanted to tell him that the promise didn’t matter.
I wanted to tell him he could walk away from it.
More than anything, I wanted to protect the son I still had from becoming the target of an entire auditorium.
But Ethan had already made up his mind.
His father was f.u.r.i.o.u.s when he learned what Ethan intended to do.
He said he would not attend graduation if Ethan insisted on wearing the dress.
And he kept his word.
Ethan’s closest friend suddenly stopped answering his messages.
