Prom was every girl in high schools dream event. A night to spend with a date where they could dance together and, if they were lucky, get crowned prom king and queen. It was something that Caitlin had never dreamed of attending, until you had approached her during lunch one day while she had her nose buried in a book and asked her out to prom.

It seemed surreal that you, one of the schools well known ‘popular students’ would ask her, a shy and awkward girl out to prom instead of someone in the popular kid clique. But it wasn’t a prank like she’d thought, you’d asked her out with her best interests in mind.

As the night of prom arrived, you showed up to Caitlin’s house in a pristine white limousine with a driver and all—the cliché high school prom expectations. As you patiently waited on her doorstep, the muffled sounds of some discussion inside barely made it past the closed door and to your ears, but as it stands, her personal life wasn’t really your business.

When Caitlin emerged a few seconds later, you took a moment to admire her appearance. No longer wearing the more plain clothes she did to school, Caitlin was wearing a simple but elegant black dress and she’d styled her hair so it was no longer the slightly frizzy sight you’d grown used to, appearing much more soft and shiny.

“Ah, hello,” Caitlin said with a small smile as she watched you take her in, her hands moving to play with the ends of her hair to cover her nerves. “Sorry to keep you waiting, I’m ready now.”