Breaking the Ice

21| Homecoming Night

Andrea

The room is buzzing with excitement, though I'm the only one in it. I set my playlist, and The Feels by TWICE comes on. Perfect. I'm bouncing on the balls of my feet as I do the chorus, feeling the familiar beat, trying to chase away the nerves clinging to my skin. It helps a little, loosening the tension that's built up over the day. Finally, I glance over at my dress—navy blue satin, sleek, simple, and so out of character for someone whose wardrobe mostly consists of leggings and oversized sweaters. It hangs on the back of my door like it's watching me, waiting for me to step up and claim the night. Tonight, skating and competitions are a distant thought. Tonight, I'm just... me.

I smooth my hands over the dress, feeling the fabric's coolness beneath my fingers as I slip into it. It hugs my form in a way that feels sophisticated yet surprisingly comfortable. The slit adds a daring touch, and I wonder if this new side of me—someone willing to step outside of routines and competitions—will feel as natural. Silver heels, a silver bracelet, and my Olympic charm necklace—my lucky piece—complete the outfit.

The mirror reflects someone I barely recognize but someone I'm curious to know. My hair is loose, cascading in soft waves over my shoulders, and I've kept the makeup subtle but polished. A hint of shimmer dusts my eyelids, accentuated by a fine line of eyeliner and a sweep of mascara that makes my eyes look a bit brighter, a bit bolder. A touch of blush warms my cheeks, and a soft lip tint adds just the right amount of color, making me feel elegant without being overdone. I smile at my reflection, nerves and all.

I'm adjusting my bracelet when there's a knock on the door, and my mom steps in, still wearing her scrubs from the hospital. I can see the weariness etched into the lines of her face, her shoulders slightly slumped from the weight of a 12-hour shift, but the moment she sees me, something shifts. Her expression softens, surprise giving way to warmth and pride, and her eyes sparkle as they take me in. She's still carrying the day's exhaustion, yet somehow, in this moment, it's like none of it matters.

"You look stunning, anak," she says softly, stepping closer. "I'm so glad you decided to go."

I give a small, nervous smile. "Thanks, Mom. I just hope I can enjoy it."

She places a hand on my shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. "You deserve to enjoy this. Don't worry about anything tonight. Just have fun."

With a final hug, Mom steps back, giving me a nod of approval. I smile, letting her words sink in. The night is waiting.

I ride to the school with Kelsey and Arizona, our excitement buzzing through the car as the three of us share laughs and last-minute touch-ups. The whole drive, Kelsey's practically bouncing in her seat, and Arizona grins, teasing her about finally seeing Carter dressed up for once. By the time we arrive, I feel like I've let go of any remaining nerves.

The school's entrance is transformed. String lights are draped across the archway, casting a warm, golden glow over everyone. Laughter and chatter fill the night air as students gather outside, taking pictures and admiring each other's outfits. The energy feels electric, and for a moment, I'm swept up in it, just another girl at a high school dance.

Kelsey and Arizona's boyfriends, Jackson and Carter, are already waiting for us. They greet us with huge smiles, eyes lighting up when they see us step out of the car. As I join them, they pull me in for group photos beneath the glowing lights, Kelsey on one side and Arizona on the other. Just as we're about to strike another pose, Jackson's gaze shifts over my shoulder, his brows knitting together in confusion.

"Who's that?" he mutters.

Carter's squinting, trying to make out the figure approaching. "I don't know, man, but he's coming over to us."