Marks Prom Night Practice ((free)) | Melody

“Hard not to. You move like water.”

The DJ switched to a slow, aching cover of “Moon River.” Dominic led her to the center of the floor, and they moved like they’d been dancing together for years. No counts, no steps—just the quiet understanding of two people who saw each other clearly for the first time. melody marks prom night practice

“You know,” Melody whispered, “I think your abuela would approve.” “Hard not to

She turned. It was Dominic Reyes, captain of the debate team, known for sharp suits and sharper arguments. He wasn’t her date. He wasn’t anyone’s date tonight—he’d told everyone he was going solo to “observe the sociology of adolescent ritual.” But here he was, offering his hand with a small, genuine smile. “You know,” Melody whispered, “I think your abuela

When the song ended, there was a scattered, genuine round of applause. Even Mrs. Cranston raised an eyebrow in approval.

Leo finally showed up then, apologizing about a flat tire. Melody waved it off, still feeling the phantom pressure of Dominic’s hand on her waist. She looked over her shoulder as he walked back to the bleachers, pulling out a notebook and pretending to take sociological notes—but she caught him smiling.