Melody Marks — Prom Night Practice ^new^

The DJ switched to a slow, aching cover of “Moon River.” Dominic led her to the center of the floor, and they moved like they’d been dancing together for years. No counts, no steps—just the quiet understanding of two people who saw each other clearly for the first time.

“Looks like you need a partner.”

“She is.” He held her gaze a moment longer than necessary. “So. Prom night. Two weeks. You have a date, but… would you save me a dance? A real one. Not the chicken dance they’ll inevitably play at 10 p.m.” melody marks prom night practice

Before she could overthink it, she placed her hand in his. Mrs. Cranston cued the music. Dominic led—not stiffly like the other boys, but with a confident, easy rhythm. Melody followed, and something clicked. The foxtrot steps she’d drilled alone suddenly made sense in tandem. They glided past the cluster of frozen couples, past the snack table, past the baffled eyes of her classmates. The DJ switched to a slow, aching cover of “Moon River

“I saw you practicing in the hallway mirror during fifth period,” he said quietly. “You’re actually good.” You have a date, but… would you save me a dance