“That should be her!” Mason said, beaming even more broadly. “Go wash your face, I’ll send her up.”
I followed his instructions, cleaning my face and preparing for what lay next.
I went from crying in my room to looking like a princess in about twenty minutes. I wish my mother could have been there to worry over me and take pictures. At that moment, I missed her more than ever.
Mason, however, saved my prom night from being a complete bust.
I was already outside getting into the limo like a movie star when Carla finally pulled into the driveway. She simply stood there with her mouth hanging open in disbelief.
I regret not photographing her face. As a reminder that she couldn’t wreck everything, I would have hanged it up!
“Richard? Have you done this? As the limo driver shut the door, she yelled at my dad.
I was taken away in the limo a little while later.
