Michael arrived exactly nine minutes late.
I opened the front door with my hands in pitchers.
He had a guilty face. “I can explain it.”
“You stopped to help someone.”
“The Coopers’ dog had escaped.”
I stared at him. “Have you chased a golden retriever in tuxedo?”
“For almost fifteen minutes.”
I denied with my head. “I don’t know whether to kiss or yell at you.” He smiled. “I hope the first thing.”
I laughed before I could avoid it.
My mother whispered from the kitchen...
I intended to do it.
***
The gym looked magical.
Thousands of lights were reflected in the silver streams that hung from the ceiling. Someone had transformed our usual basketball court into something that seemed to be taken from a classic movie.
Michael made me walk around while we were dancing to our first piece.
“You know...?”
“I think we’re dressed too easily.
