Everyone Laughed When I Agreed to Dance With the Class Outcast at Prom – But the Tiny Box He Handed Me at Midnight Made My Knees Buckle

three small steps and tapped the microphone.

The feedback screeched, and every conversation in the gym died at once.

Two hundred faces turned toward him.

I felt my cheeks burn.

“Excuse me,” Theo said. “I won’t be long.”

A boy near the punch table snickered.

Someone else groaned.

But Theo wasn’t looking at them.

He was looking at continue reading …