(Avery)
The ride to the gala was quiet. I sat in the car with Mom, Dad, and Caleb. He was beside me, tugging at his tie like it was choking him.
“I hate this thing,” he muttered.
“You look fine,” I whispered back. He gave me a look, half annoyed, half grateful.
When we reached the building, the lights outside nearly blinded me. Cameras flashed as soon as the car stopped. The driver opened the door, and Mom stepped out first. She held herself tall, like she had done this a thousand times. Dad followed, looking calm. Then it was my turn.
The flashes came faster. People called out my name. I froze for a second, not sure how to walk when so many eyes were on me. Then I felt Caleb’s hand push lightly against my back.
“Go,” he whispered.
I stepped out, my dress brushing against the ground
