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Melody tugged at the hem of her emerald green dress—a thrift store find she’d altered herself. Her curls were pinned up with a borrowed clip that kept slipping. She wasn’t the popular girl, not the one anyone expected to shine on prom night. But she had a secret: she’d been practicing the foxtrot in her socks on the linoleum kitchen floor for three weeks.

Melody blinked. “You watched me?”

“You know,” Melody whispered, “I think your abuela would approve.” melody marks prom night practice

At 9:47 p.m., before the chicken dance could ruin the mood, Dominic appeared beside her. Melody tugged at the hem of her emerald

“All right, everyone,” called Mrs. Cranston, the history teacher turned reluctant choreographer. “Find your partners. We’re running the entrance and first dance twice, then open floor.” But she had a secret: she’d been practicing

Dominic smiled. “She’d say it’s about time you two stopped practicing and started living.”