The Most Popular Girl Asked My Shy Son to Prom—I Thought It Was a Cruel Joke Until She Called Me That Night

“I know.” His voice was quiet. “But can you just be happy for me?”

I nodded because I could not think of anything to say that would not make it worse.

The truth was, I kept imagining her playing some cruel prank on him, one that would leave him heartbroken.

Prom Night Arrives
Prom night came faster than I wanted it to.

Nathan stood in the entryway in his suit, his hair combed back, a small white corsage box trembling slightly in his hand. He looked older and, for the first time in years, as if he believed he belonged somewhere.

“How do I look?” Nathan asked.

“Like a heartbreaker,” I said, and he laughed.

A car pulled into the driveway, and through the window, I could see her.

Madison.

She had long dark hair, a dress the color of champagne, and she was leaning against the passenger door as if she had been waiting her whole life for him.

She waved at me through the glass. Polite. Composed. Smiling.

I waved back, but my hand felt heavy.

“Be home by midnight,” I said.

“I will.”

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