“I already bought the bow tie.”
“When?”
“November.”
I stared.
“Ethan, prom is in spring.”
“I know.”
“Why did you buy it in November?”
“Stores run out.”
“They were not going to run out of bow ties.”
“You don’t know that.”
And that was Ethan Harper officially asking me to prom.
PROM NIGHT
I was upstairs fighting with an earring when the doorbell rang.
My aunt shouted:
“Sophie! Ethan’s here!”
“Two minutes!”