Stella was shipped off to a boarding school for troubled kids after her foster parents died. For the next seven years, that is where she's been, but she's back, and things are not the same as they were before.
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Dimitri's POV
"Ok, so when is it?"
"It's in May on the 31."
"Cool, oh, and I forgot the password to the registry."
"Seriously?"
"Just tell me the damn password so I can buy you a gift," I say, looking up, seeing Stella running down the stairs with her prom dress in her arms in a garment bag. I catch her eye, then furrow my eyebrows in question.
"Teresa's been texting me all afternoon; she's outside too," she spoke quietly as Zane went on about whatever in my ear (I kind of tuned him out). She leaves after giving me a warm smile, and I do the same before the door shuts.
"Wait, what did you say?"
"For the love of God, man."
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Stella's POV
Teresa convinced me that it would be so much more fun to get ready together for prom instead of just going separately, especially since I don't really have a ride, and from the looks of how driving practice is going, I might not have one for some time.
We climbed up the stairs to her home, which is a lot more different than I thought it would be. She lived in this Victorian-style house. Her house was painted a light blue with white trim around it, making it look a lot fancier and sweeter. The inside of the house had mid-century decor that complemented the bright atmosphere of the home. It was fitting that her home was so stylish, especially because her mother is an interior designer.
The atmosphere was charged with anticipation, and the soft glow of fairy lights illuminated the space. Teresa hummed along to the music playing in the background as I laid out my red dress on her bed, the fabric silky, smooth, and delicate.
I admired the gown for a moment, noticing the way the diamond accents on the waist sparkled. Teresa sat at her vanity after I was done doing my own makeup. She stuck tiny diamonds on and around her eyes, looking down at her reference photo from time to time.
The dress ⤵️
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