Finding You

Homecoming

"Okay, but don't scare him away. I really like him." I say whispering into my mom's arms.

"Well you have our approval. I love the whole Miller family; very sweet people." My mom says.

"That's good because I have to find a dress!" I say looking up at them. My mom and dad look at each other then back at me and nod.

***

"Mom, what about this one?" I say holding up a short silver dress with sparkles. "Yea or nay?"

My mom shakes her head, "Nay. That one is too casual. You want a dress where everyone is going to turn to, you have to steal the show."

Currently my mom and I were out shopping at Dillard's for a homecoming dress, we haven't found one yet but I think we will soon. Hopefully.

"I guess I see what you're saying about the casual part, but I don't want to stand out! And I definitely don't want everyone staring at me; that's embarrassing!"

"It's not embarrassing, honey, if everyone loves your dress, but I understand if you don't want to be the 'center of attention.' The only thing that matters is that you like the dress." She says, patting my shoulder. "Let's look over there."

After more searches and fittings, we finally found the perfect dress. "Mom, I love it." I say, looking down at my Homecoming dress. It was dark blue with thin straps in an A-line design, and the front length was down to my knees while the back was longer than the front of the dress. "Do you like it?"

"I do! It looks very pretty on you, so it seems like we found the one. You ready to go?"

"Yep! Also, I'm kind of hungry." I say shyly.

"When are you not?" My mom responds.

***

Before I knew it, it was already the Homecoming dance. At the moment, I was attempting to put on makeup, and by makeup, I mean some eyeliner and lip gloss. I wasn't a huge fan of makeup, but I wanted to do something a little different. The good thing is, I know that Scott will like me regardless.

"Honey! Are you almost ready? Scott's mom just texted me saying he was on his way." My mom says coming inside my room and she notices my lost expression while holding the mascara. "Oh honey, do you need some help?"

"Yeah." I sigh in defeat. My mom takes the mascara and the eyeliner, making both aspects perfection. Finally, she applies my lip gloss. "There. All done."

"Thanks mom. Let me put my dress on, and I'll head downstairs."

"Okay, sweetie. Scott will probably be here soon, so then we can take pictures." My mom says cheekily.

I just shake my head in response and head into my closet. I grab my dress and put it on. I added pearl earrings to my look, and I fluffed up my curls. Once I was finished, I heard the door being opened and my parents greeting Scott.

I took a deep breath and opened my door to head downstairs. As I headed downstairs, everything felt like it was in slow motion. When I held my head up from looking downwards at my heels, I noticed that everyone was looking at me. Which made me nervous and caused me to trip on the stairs.