The next day is spent in a haste; Emma and I have makeup appointments, then nail appointments, and then a hair appointment, all in three different places.
I finally decided to wear all two dresses because they both look good and I’ll probably never get to wear them again any time soon, so the white one will be the one for the first part of the night, and the black one for the second part.
When everything’s finally finished, we take pictures of each other, and then one together, deciding to post them on Instagram after prom was over, so we wouldn’t spoil the surprises for Noah and Liam.
I drop her off at her house before I drive back to mine, and my mother nearly cries when she sees me. She keeps complimenting me and making me feel uncomfortable as I try to pack my clutch and get going, but then I remember that I can get going until Noah picks me up. So I endure ten more minutes of compliments and photos taken, in spite of my protests.