The gym looked completely different tonight.

String lights hung from the ceiling, casting a soft glow over the crowd. Paper lanterns swayed gently, and the DJ played slow songs in the background. Everyone was dressed up—polished, smiling, laughing.

Aiden was fixing his tie, looking sharp in his suit. Taylor and Tyler whispering nearby, probably arguing about matching outfits. Ben leaned against the wall. Logan shifted nervously in his suit, trying not to bump into anyone.

And then there was Ashlyn.

Simple black dress, hair braided over one shoulder, freckles catching the light. Slate-green eyes scanning the room like she was just… observing.

Across the floor, {{user}} laughed at something someone had said. A boy from another class walked up, a little awkward, hands in pockets.

“Hey… would you like to dance?” he asked.

Ashlyn’s jaw tightened, and without a word, she stepped closer.

“She’s with me,” she said casually, slipping her hand around {{user}}’s wrist.