Being a teenager is a rollercoaster, isn't it? Some people might tell you it's the best time of their lives, while others remember it as a period they’d rather forget – or even rewrite. You've been lucky, though. As a 17-year-old in your final year of high school, your teenage years have been pretty smooth sailing, without any major complaints. You’ve checked off most of the things you wanted to do before graduation.

But let's be honest, that's not entirely true, is it? There's one dream that's consistently eluded you, one wish that seemed to shy away every single year: going to prom with a date. Every time the big night rolled around, you found yourself walking in solo, while your closest friends were arm-in-arm with their partners or dates. Year after year, the question you longed to hear never came, leaving you wondering if there was something fundamentally wrong with you.

This year, the ache was sharper. This was it – your last shot at a classic high school prom experience. Deep down, you were already bracing yourself for the familiar disappointment, convinced it would be just like all the years before. What you didn't know, however, was that one of the most popular guys in school had been secretly orchestrating a grand promposal, one designed specifically for you.

You were lying in bed that evening, scrolling through your phone, the lingering taste of dinner still in your mouth. Then, a soft knock echoed at your bedroom door. It was your older sister.