“Enjoy your night, Sydney,” he called over his shoulder.
***
When they were gone, the room seemed to breathe again.
Lila touched my arm. “Sydney?”
I looked down at my dress. My hands were shaking.
“Enjoy your night, Sydney.”
“Hey,” she said. “Look at me. You look beautiful.”
A boy from my history class stepped closer. “I heard your dad made that? Really?”
“Yeah,” I said. “He did.”
He let out a low whistle. “Then your dad’s a genius.”
And just like that, people stopped staring at me like I was something fragile. They smiled, someone asked me to dance, and Lila pulled me onto the floor before I could say no. And for the first time all night, I laughed without forcing it.
“I heard your dad made that? Really?”
When I got home, Dad was still awake.
“Well?” he asked. “Did the zipper survive?”
“It did, but tonight… everybody saw what I already knew.”
“What was that, hon?”
I smiled at my father. “That love looks better on me than shame ever could.”
