“Dresses mainly. I made my own gown for prom,” I stupidly admit, and pain spears me through the heart. My face drops as I revisit that night in my head.
Sympathy splays across her face. “You went with your ex?”
I nod. Remembering that night is bittersweet for a heap of reasons now. “I could make you a dress sometime?” I offer, needing to switch topics.
Her eyes widen. “You could make us dresses for the Trinity Ball! It’s black tie, and everyone dresses up.”
“I read about that. It’s in April, right?” If I’m not mistaken, it’s the night of my birthday.
She nods excitedly. “It’s awesome. You’ve got to come with us. We usually have pre-ball drinks at someone’s place before heading to the campus later that night for the music event. It goes on until the early hours of the morning, and it’s completely wild.” She tugs on my arm. “Please say you’ll come.”
“Please say you’ll move in.” My eyes plead with her to say yes.
“Are you really sure?”
“I am.” I don’t hesitate to confirm it.
“Then I would love to move in.” She flings her arms around me. “This is going to be so fun!”