“You know,” Melody whispered, “I think your abuela would approve.”
“She is.” He held her gaze a moment longer than necessary. “So. Prom night. Two weeks. You have a date, but… would you save me a dance? A real one. Not the chicken dance they’ll inevitably play at 10 p.m.” melody marks prom night practice
And under the spinning lights of prom night, surrounded by the noise and glitter of high school’s final act, Melody Marks realized that the best moments aren’t the ones you rehearse—they’re the ones that surprise you when you least expect them. “You know,” Melody whispered, “I think your abuela