Once Upon A Prom: Dress
Recipe for (Prom) Success
1) A gown – ANY gown (that makes me look like a goddess).
2) One (classy) limousine. No electric blue Hummers..
3) Lots of good friends (to share classy limo)..
4) One fantasy date (preferably cute, preferably personable, preferable Nate – hey, it’s a FANTASY, OK?). .
5) Beautiful sunset (to incite romance)..
6) Awesome venue, awesome theme, awesome food, awesome band (natch).
Tara Macmillan rested her hands lightly on the marble banister of the Fairmont Hotel’s grand terrace, drinking in the sunset’s glorious palette of purples, yellows, and reds. A warm breeze carrying the scent of lavender kissed her skin and teased her senses. Below her, classmates pulled onto the circular drive – one limousine after another – arriving in beautiful gauzy dresses and elegant tuxedos, excited and chatty and definitely ready to party.
The prom. It’s finally here, Tara thought, her stomach fluttering with excitement. A jazzy cover of her favorite song wafted through the hotel’s entrance into the evening air, calling out for her to dance. What was she waiting for?
By now the couples had drifted into the hotel and Tara was alone, except for two red-jacketed valet guys chatting at the bottom of the steps. Turning to go inside, she noticed the tall one steal one glance her way, then another. Which Tara thought was very cool, if a little unusual. Most boys weren’t sp obvious about their appreciation of the female form. Not her anyway.
Hmm. A beautiful sunset…a good-looking boy’s attention without any effort on my part? Tara wasn’t one to believe in the power of astrology, but if she were, she’d have no choice but to think that the stars had aligned themselves just for her. She swiped her sleep French twist with her fingertips, not one strand out of place. Even her naturally wavy hair was behaving tonight.
The valet boy peeked at her again, and Tara gave him a smile and her best sorry-I’ve-got-a-prom-date-to-meet shrug before turning to enter the hotel. She had gone to all the trouble of transforming her date, Victor Kaminski, from goofy mullet-haired mascot to enviable hunk. Okay, maybe not quite a hunk, but definitely cute enough to dance with. And that was what she intended to do. Dance with him. Where was Victor anyway?
Determined to find him, Tara breezed through the hotel lobby and came across an easel holding a black pinboard that read WELCOME TO YOUR STARRY NIGHT, EMERSON HIGH SCHOOL SENIORS! Tara shook her head. The hotel got our theme wrong. It’s supposed to be “Once Upon a Time.” Not that she was complaining. She loved the idea of having a “Starry Night” prom, but she also recalled fighting about it with fellow committee member, Jenny Brigger. And losing.
Whatever. Tonight Tara was all about going with the flow. Turning over a new leaf. Starting a fresh page. It was the new Tara. The relaxed Tara. The Tara who didn’t care (as much) if everything wasn’t perfect.