Friday evening, I twisted my hair into a French twist and put in a few sparkly pins. I put on just enough makeup to cover up the remaining shadows, then put on my dress. It was a lavender fit-and-flare, flaring layered tulle at my hips and ending right above my knees. Fortunately, the dress made my torso longer than it is. I pulled out Baby Seal combat boots (the only good combat boots ever) and silver strappy heels. I put one foot behind both pairs then looked in the mirror. I liked the combats with the dress, it added an edgy feel, but I knew J would make me change into the heels so I just put them on to save time. I grabbed a matching silver clutch, swiped on light pink lipstick, and checked myself in the mirror again. I heard the front door close, and smiled.
J was and is the only person outside of the family that has a key to the house.
"How fares my dearest princess?" he shouted up the stairs.
"Your princess fares well," I shouted back. "How fares her prince?" I walked downstairs.
"Her prince fares much better now that his princess is with him." He kissed me. "You look fantastic."
"Why thank you. You don't look too bad yourself," I teased. I squealed as he picked me up, tossed me over his shoulder, and deposited me in the passenger seat of his Mustang. J's family is uber rich, but he doesn't like to flaunt it. He shut my door, jogged to the other side, and dropped into the driver's seat. He started the car and we were on our way.
We pulled into the parking lot and I sighed. "Do we have to go in?" I whined.
'Yes, we have to go in. Besides, I promised some friends of mine that we would make an appearance." He got out, walked around to my side of the Mustang, and held out his hand. I swung my legs out and took his hand to stand up.
"Wait a minute. You promised what to who?" I asked, completely confused. He just laughed and brought me inside.
People swarmed around us, compliments flooding in. I payed attention to the first few, but eventually just drowned them out, mostly from the music blaring and reverberating off the walls. Most of the night passed in a whirlwind of lights and dancing and music. Eventually, the music stopped and it was time to announce homecoming king and queen. A voice echoed around the room.
"Okay, everyone," it said. "It's time to reveal tonight's king and queen! And the King is... Jordan Smith!" He smiled at me, and released my hand to walk to the stage. "How does it feel to be King?" He was asked when he was crowned.
"A little lonely," J said. "I'm missing something.... Like a queen!"
"And she will join you very soon. The Queen is... Emi White!" I stood frozen to my spot, and people pushed me towards the stage, where J stood with a huge grin on his face. The crowned me, and I walked straight into J's open arms. He draped one arm across my shoulders and we smiled at the crowd.
He led me to the open floor, where a spotlight shone down. Slow music started playing, and we danced. The DJ changed the song halfway through, and I spun away, kicking off my heels and bringing people onto the floor with me. We danced the rest of the night away.
I was Jordan's princess, and the Queen of homecoming.
It's one of my favorite memories.
