Code: 16B

Epilogue

Epilogue

    His car was parked outside the house, and I just finished adjusting my dress and grabbing my mask when he rings the doorbell. I hurried downstairs without miraculously tripping over my long magenta and black strapless dress, or my shoes when I answered the door.

    “Hey.” Cyrus said with that smile that always melted my heart, no matter what. He was dressed perfectly for the banquet tonight. He even had a Zorro mask that went well with his white dress shirt, black slacks, and black dress shoes.

    “Hey.” I said, and I couldn’t stop the smile that came on my face.

    “Call us the second the ceremony is over.” I hear my mom saying as she comes from the kitchen with her digital camera. I sighed quietly, especially when she and I both know that I’m not photogenic as I reluctantly stand next to Cyrus, and mom takes a few pictures.

    “I will mom.” I said, my tone hinting annoyance at her strict rules she’s used since Amber was in sixth grade. I was just lucky that dad was working late tonight.

     I turned toward Cyrus. “Ready?”

    “Ready.” He answered with his grin still in place.   

    He held out his hand, and I proudly took it like I’ve always done before. He led me to the BMW after waving bye to my folks who’re still looking through the window, and opened the door for me like a gentleman. I managed to get in without somehow ruining my dress. Then, before I knew it, he was already in the driver seat, and starting to drive out of the neighborhood towards the school.

    It’s been eight months since after I was officially introduced to the world of espionage, met Violet, Garrett and Abigail, and saved Missy from a bad guy (and almost got myself killed in the process). It’s also been two months since Cyrus and I reconciled, and declared our love for each other after the long separation due to the promise he made at the safe house long ago.

    “You think you’ll win any awards?” Cyrus asked as he turned onto FM 1960.

    “Probably, but it’ll be for Biggest Mouth.” I said glumly with a sigh.

    I was excited to be nominated for a few awards at this year’s theatre banquet/award ceremony, but being nominated for a category that degrading like Biggest Mouth is almost as good as being nominated for Best Actress. But if I won, I’d know that Cyrus would be there to cheer for my bigmouth self.

    “Who do you think will win best singer?” I asked nonchalantly as we pulled up to the school.

    “I don’t know, you girls were great, it’s a tie to me.” He said.

    Even though he didn’t attend my musical debut in Smokey Joe’s Café, that didn’t mean that Violet didn’t record it on her camcorder and showed it to Cyrus. The same thing for our annual UIL One Act Play competition—a competition that’s held state wide and, even though I was a techie at the time, it was still nice of her.

    After parking the car, he got out, walked around, opened the door for me, and held out his hand for me. I proudly took it, and slowly stepped out of the car.

    “You ready?” he asked as he and I began to slowly stroll towards the tinted glass doors that lead into the PAC.

    “Yes.” I said with true enthusiasm.

    Cyrus and I entered the lobby, and are greeted by a couple of members all dress formally and some wearing masks. I saw Missy sitting with some of the seniors at a table as she waved and motioned for me to sit beside her.