Cinderella Complex

15. It feels more like my coronation than a high school dance. A rite of passage in the trial by fire life. Months of preparations, primping, and choices of things like crystal or pearl? Silver or white? Roses or carnations? Finally the day is here. But it's just prom. One prom in the history of thousands of proms. And while I've always been a romantic, I know that tomorrow will not be my fairy tale dream I've always had of my prom, my coronation of sorts into the real world. But in pink and crystal I will enter that ball room like it's the last Lunar Ball, and I will feel like a princess no matter what.

Ready, set, go.