The Queen of Bright and Shiny Things(93)

“It’s perfect. With the right shoes and accessories, you’ll look fab.”

My arms are bare. I don’t know if I can go to prom showing my history to the world. I fight the urge to fold them. But she seems to sense my discomfort and delivers a pair of white satin gloves. “Here. Old-world glamour.”

I slip them on and feel better instantly. “Does it work?”

“Yeah. You look gorgeous. Now you need shoes and sparkle.”

We find the latter in the form of a rhinestone necklace and earring set. I won’t buy used shoes, so I’ve put everything in my basket that I can pick out here. Lila buys a slinky red dress and jet jewelry. The best part about this shop is that we each end up spending less than fifty bucks.

“Let’s drop these off at the dry cleaners,” she suggests.

“Good call.”

Prom is in two weeks.

And they go fast. I work, I study, I hang out with my friends. I spend time with Shane. This was my life before he left, but I had to lose him to understand what a miracle this is. Now I can appreciate just how special small things can be. Every moment feels like a second chance.

Shane does get his job back at the P&K, not because they saved it for him, but because his replacement was a stoner and he kept eating things that he was supposed to put on the shelves. He’s working three nights a week just like he did before, but he gets to keep more of that money because his dad is there, chipping in, buying groceries.

“Is it weird?” I ask him, one day at lunch. “Living with your father again?”

“A little. But he’s trying not to get in my way. I mean, he’s there, but he’s not very … fatherly. I guess he feels like he lost the right.”

“It’s enough that he’s there. It’s a start, right?”

“Yeah,” Shane says. “It is.”

Time is. It passes. It’s the best thing in the world.

Then prom’s in one week. Pretty soon I’ll be counting the days, which is so girly of me, but I can’t help it. I’m so excited.

Since I already weakened once on the car issue, I offer to let Ryan drive us. But my friends surprise me.

Lila objects. “We don’t want you to change.”

“We’ve gotten used to your weirdness,” Ryan agrees.

I glance at Shane, who’s nodding. “You shouldn’t compromise who you are, even for me. We’ll work around it, I promise.”

Then maybe someday, I’ll buy an electric car. Because there are no negative associations, plus it’s green. But there are no fancy restaurants close to the school. So I don’t know how they’re handling my quirks, and they won’t tell me. Shane just says he’s got a plan.

The waiting might drive me crazy.

But I’m so pleased with my life that I savor each day. I like finding Shane at our locker when I get to school. Or sometimes he’s out by the bike rack, waiting for me. He often rides his bike instead of taking the bus, so it’s easier for him to hang out with me after school. I love him so much. And I can’t believe I never told him. He told me with my song, but I’m saving the words for prom, which is so stupid, I know. But I want it to be memorable. That should do it. I hope.

And finally, the day’s here. Prom.

Aunt Gabby actually calls in a temp worker to cover the shop so she can spend all day helping me get ready. I get a deep conditioning treatment on my hair, a full manicure, then a pedicure. I’m talking the real deal, too, not a half-assed home version. In the end, my hair is silky, and I’ve got blue sparkle on fingers and toes. I borrow a pair of silver heels from my aunt because it would be wasteful to buy shoes that I’ll never wear after this night.

Then it’s time to slip into my dress and let my aunt do my hair and makeup. I could probably manage, but this seems to make her happy, and I want to be pretty for Shane. She does my hair up in an elegant twist, but leaves a few strands to curl around my face. Then she makes me up kind of old-school, heavy lips and eyes, and it so totally goes with my dress. I love the way I look. I never thought I’d say that. When I pull the white satin gloves on, I feel like a million bucks.

“Wow,” my aunt breathes. “You’re so beautiful.”

Heat washes my cheeks. “Thanks.”


She goes to get the camera. I don’t even mind. Soon thereafter, there’s a knock at the door, and I find Shane, Lila, and Ryan outside. She looks so incredible. Most girls couldn’t pull off a red dress with red hair, but she’s like a living flame, and the jet jewelry, which seemed a little dated in the shop, looks perfect on her. Ryan hasn’t managed to tame his hair, no surprise there, and he’s actually wearing a red plaid bow tie and cummerbund. At least he matches Lila’s dress. Kind of. Actually, I think they look cute together. And Shane … wow. He went with classic black, so I swear we look like an old Hollywood couple. I can imagine us dancing in a musical or something. He’s just staring at me, mouth half open, until Ryan nudges him.

“Say something, bro.”

“You look spectacular.”

Naturally, we can’t get out of there until my aunt takes a hundred pictures. Then she gives us her blessing to head out. Prom doesn’t start for a couple of hours, so I’m curious where we’re going. Outside, the pimped-out golf cart waits. I have to be the only girl who’s delighted to ride this way to prom. And I am, because it means they get me, even the crazy parts.