The Night of Prom
Sixteen-year-old bella had been nervous for days. She'd finally gathered the courage to ask her crush, Kelvin, to prom. To her surprise, he said yes with a charming smile that left her breathless.
That night, she wore a dress that made her feel powerful—sleek, bold, and beautiful. Her friends gasped in admiration when they saw her. "You look stunning," one of them whispered.
Bella smiled, scanning the room, her heart skipping a beat when she spotted Kelvin across the dance floor. She started walking toward him, but then stopped.
He was with his friends—laughing. She was about to wave when she heard her name.
"She's hot, I'll give her that," Kelvin said with a smirk. "But I'm only going with her to see how far she'll go. Prom night, right? Might as well get something out of it."
Her stomach dropped.
Bella face flushed—not with embarrassment, but with anger and disbelief. Her heart raced, the dress that once made her feel confident now felt like a costume for someone else's game.
She turned sharply, ignoring the burning in her chest, and walked away—tears threatening, but her head held high.