Celine
I fold the paper back up carefully and look up at Jake, who is watching me. “What did she say?” he asks.
“That you’re stubborn and that I should forgive you for prom night,” I tell him.
“Do you? Forgive me?”
“I do,” I say. “I want to move on. I want to start our lives together, Jake. I want our happily ever after, like all the princesses got.”
“I want that too.” Jake picks me up and pulls me onto his lap. His lips descend onto mine.
Two days later, a white box is delivered to Jake’s apartment with a note. It’s addressed to me so I open it and read it.
Dear Jazzy,
You once said you wanted a redo. I’m giving that to you. Put the dress on. I’m picking you up in an hour.
Yours always,
Jake
I open the box next and push the white tissue paper aside. A gasp leaves my mouth as I pull out the dress. The exact same dress I wore to prom. But somehow nicer. The material feels finer.
He wants to redo prom night? I don’t know how I feel about that. But I can’t turn him down either.
I rush into the bedroom and quickly shower. Then I put the dress on and stare at myself in the mirror before I finally start fixing my hair and makeup.
True to his word, by the time I’m ready, Jake is waiting for me in the foyer in a tux.
“You look amazing,” I tell him.
“I’m pretty sure that’s my line.” He smirks. “You look beautiful.”
“Thank you. Where did you find this dress? It’s the same as the one I wore?”
“I sent a dressmaker a picture and told her I wanted the same design. It took a couple of weeks, and a lot of me annoying her to get it done quicker,” he says.
“You’ve been planning this for weeks?”
Jake nods. “Ever since you told me you wanted a redo. Are you ready to go?”
“Where are we going?”
“Prom.” He smiles, and I willingly let him lead me out of the apartment.
When we pull up to Aces, I don’t question him. I just follow along blindly, giddy. It’s not until he opens the doors to the ballroom that my jaw drops. The whole place is decorated in the same gold-and-blue tones as our original prom theme.
“Can I have this dance?” Jake gestures to the middle of the room.
“I thought you’d never ask,” I reply.
Jake holds me close as we twirl around the dance floor. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” I smile up at him.
“I wish I had said that at the first prom.”
“You did.” I laugh.