“And now for the presentation of our prom king,” the announcer said.
I rose up on tiptoe, trying to see who had the mic. It was Suzanne Smith, I realized, head of the prom committee. I made a mental note to congratulate her on a job well done.
“As this year’s prom king, the senior class has chosen . . .”
A lengthy drumroll followed, during which I glanced over at Joshua, looking hopeful.
“Not a chance,” he shouted over the din. “Who would vote for a shifter?”
“. . . Aidan Gray! Come on up and join your queen, Aidan,” Suzanne chirped cheerfully.
“Well, this is awkward,” Joshua quipped while Aidan just stood there, looking a little stunned.
“Go on,” I urged, giving him a little shove forward. “You just got promoted—from viscount to king.”
I had to stifle a laugh as Aidan was crowned, looking about as stiff and uncomfortable as anyone possibly could. The senior ballad was announced, Cece and Aidan were shoved together, and the dancing finally began.
And, okay, a teeny-tiny part of me was jealous to see the two of them up there dancing—my boyfriend and my best friend. But I had to admit that they looked spectacular together. Cece’s silvery white dress set off her dark skin and hair flawlessly, a perfect foil to Aidan’s fair, golden-boy looks. It almost looked planned, as if they had coordinated their outfits and everything.
Halfway through the song, Suzanne took up the mic and invited the rest of us to join in.
Joshua tapped me on the arm. “I guess you and I . . . I mean, why not, right?”
I tried to look coy. “Are you asking me to dance, Josh?”
“Well, you know, I just thought since my date is a little occupied at the moment. With yours.”
“Let’s go, then.” I reached for his hand, dragging him out onto the dance floor.
“I’m not a very good dancer,” he warned as I wrapped my arms around his neck.
I couldn’t help but laugh. “There’s not much to it. Just rock back and forth.”
“Okay, but this is just weird,” he muttered. “With you, I mean.”
“Hey, thanks a lot! At least you’re taller than me now.” I had to look up to see his face. “Way taller. Wow. What happened to you?”
“Just a late bloomer, I guess.” He shuffled around so that he had a better view of Aidan and Cece in the center of the throng. “Damn, why do they have to look so good together?”
I turned to look over my shoulder at the pair of them gliding elegantly across the floor. Aidan met my gaze and winked. In return, I blew him a kiss.
“Are they waltzing?” Joshua asked. “Seriously?”
“Just hang on. It’ll be over soon and you can reclaim her. Sheesh, you don’t hear me complaining. I’m going to lay my head on your shoulder for a second, okay? Try not to flinch too much.”
His mouth curved into a smile. “Are you using me to make him jealous? I don’t approve.”
“I love this song. Shhh, let me enjoy it.” My head still resting on Joshua’s shoulder, I sang along as we swayed awkwardly.
When the song finally ended, Suzanne reclaimed the mic. “Let’s get this party started!” she shouted, and the DJ obliged with some pumping bass.
A relieved-looking Joshua released me just as Aidan and Cece hurried over to us. “Switch!” Cece commanded.
And then she and Joshua were gone, swallowed up by the crowd.
“I missed you,” Aidan said, ducking his head down toward my neck. His lips tickled the skin beneath my ear, making me shiver.
“What is your thing with necks?” I teased. “I swear, you’d think you were a vampire or something.”
“Very funny. You want to dance?”
“Yes, but pictures first. I don’t want to be all sweaty.” I led him away, toward the far corner of the room, where the formal portraits were being taken. Every couple of seconds, the flash went off, temporarily blinding me as we approached.
“Look, there’re Sophie and Tyler in line. Max and Marissa too. Hurry. Let’s catch up with them before someone else gets in front of us.”
Tyler asking Sophie to prom had been an unexpected surprise. I just hoped he didn’t screw it up. I was glad to see that, for now at least, Sophie was smiling happily. She looked like she was having fun.
“Hey,” I called out, joining them in line just as Sophie and Tyler stepped up to have their pictures taken.
“If it isn’t the king himself,” Marissa said. She looked beautiful in a short, magenta strapless dress with a peplum, paired with black patent Doc Marten boots. Max had coordinated his accessories with a matching bowtie and cummerbund and had dyed the tips of his spiky hair—all a bold magenta.
“Wow, Max,” I said, eyeing him up and down. “You’re really rocking that punk-formal look. Juilliard isn’t going to know what hit them.”
“That reminds me,” he said. “Don’t forget to e-mail me your friend’s name. That ballet chick. I’ll look for her at orientation.”
“Yeah, and give me her cell number,” Marissa said. “I’ll text her as soon as I’m settled in the dorm. We can hang out.”
Come fall, they would all be together—Max and Whitney at Juilliard, Marissa downtown at NYU. I was glad that Whitney would have someone to show her around the city, to introduce her to people. I was just sad that that someone wouldn’t be me.
“Next,” the photographer called out, and Max and Marissa switched places with Sophie and Tyler.
“There you are,” Sophie said. “I was looking for you at the crowning. I didn’t see you anywhere.”
“We went out for air and just barely made it back in time.”
“Good thing you did,” Tyler said. “Can’t have the king miss his own coronation.”
For a moment there, the air crackled with tension. Just ignore him, I told Aidan telepathically.
“But hey, man, congrats on that.” Tyler paused, looking Aidan straight in the eye. “We’re good now, right?”
Several seconds ticked by in strained silence. Finally, Aidan nodded. “We’re good.”
“Next,” the photographer bellowed.
Aidan and I started toward the camera, but I stopped midway, an idea forming in my mind. I turned back toward my friends. “We need a group shot when Aidan and I are done. Someone go find Cece and Josh, quick!”
I saw Max and Tyler dash off while Aidan and I struck our first pose for the camera.
“Okay, little lady, turn a bit more to your left. That’s it. Chin down. Smile, you two.” Pop. We tried several different stiff, awkward poses before Tyler and Max returned with Cece and Joshua in tow.
I motioned for everyone to join us, and we all squashed together, arms looped over shoulders and around backs. Aidan was on one side of me, Sophie on the other. I glanced around at my friends, laughing and smiling as the flash popped, thinking I’d never been happier in all my life. This was perfect . . . well, as close to perfect as it could ever be without Kate. Still, something felt slightly off, but I wasn’t exactly sure what. And then I caught sight of Matthew in my peripheral vision.
“Hey, Dr. B.,” Tyler called out, motioning with one hand. “Come on. You should be in this too.”
“Yeah,” Sophie said, moving over to make room for him between us. “C’mon, you go right here.”
Tears burned behind my eyelids as he squeezed in, an arm thrown carelessly over my shoulder. Now it felt right, I realized as the flash began to pop again. Just so—with Aidan on one side of me, my Megvéd on the other. And around us, the best friends anyone could ask for. If only I could bottle this moment in time, capture it for eternity.
We were all together, minus Kate and Jack. Together, but never again whole. As the final flash popped, a single tear slipped down my cheek, captured digitally for all time.