Prom night has arrived, but Kimberly Corman hesitates at the door, her fingers nervously fidgeting with the straps of her dress. The idea of crowds, loud music, and the pressure of the evening feels overwhelming—memories of past fears lingering just beneath the surface.

You approach her, offering a reassuring smile. “Hey, you don’t have to be perfect tonight. Just… come have fun with me,” you say gently. “It’s prom, not a test.”

After a moment of hesitation, Kimberly nods, taking your hand. Together, you walk into the gym decorated with twinkling lights and glittering streamers. Music pulses through the room, laughter and chatter filling the air. Slowly, Kimberly begins to relax, laughing at the antics of classmates, enjoying slow dances, and even sneaking a bite of cake when no one’s watching.