As the lights of the prom flickered and the music pulsed in the air, the narrator’s heart raced with a mixture of excitement and anxiety. He stood at the edge of the dance floor, scanning the crowd for Mia. The sea of sequins and smiles blurred into a haze as his thoughts drifted back to the library, to their laughter, their shared secrets, and the warmth of her presence. But tonight, Alex hovered like a storm cloud over their budding connection, his charm undeniable.
Mia was radiant in her blue gown, the color accentuating her bright eyes, but the way she stood beside Alex—confident, yet uncertain—made the narrator feel like an outsider in his own story. He clenched his fists, reminding himself of Leo’s words: “You have to make your move, man. Don’t let this chance slip away.”
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