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Chapter 16

“You look stunning, Heavyn,” my mom said, sitting on my bed as she watched me check my reflection in the mirror and I fixed my Court sash. We’ve had quite the bonding day, and I must admit it was actually kind of nice. She took me out to breakfast, then we went and got our hair done together, and then went to lunch before coming home.

                And then there were pictures, and some tears, and then some more pictures. I don’t understand why she’s taking pictures of me at home when we are just about to leave to take pictures with the group.

                As a whole family, we drove to the front of my neighborhood, where my group was already starting to gather. Our group was pretty big, as it consisted of most of the football players and their dates.

                Almost all of the girls were already present, and most of us were just left waiting for our dates. I had Niall’s tie in my hand as I stood with Chance, she nervously kept adjusting her sash and brushing short pieces of hair away from her face.

                “Where are they?” she asked, mostly to herself.

                I, on the other hand, wasn’t too bothered by the boys showing up a little late. Just as Chance was getting her phone out of her clutch, a car pulled up. Through the tinted windows, I could make out Anne and her husband. Out of the back, appeared Harry and then walking around the front of the car was Niall. Greg has never come to any of our pictures. I couldn’t tell if it bothered Niall or not. Seeing all of the other families must be at least a little depressing, but who am I to say anything? I don’t know what that’s like. Especially since my mother loves these kinds of things and has never missed one.

                I was greeted with an affectionate smile and a kiss on the cheek.

                “You got it?” he asked, looking down at the tie I had in my hands.

                I nodded, standing in front of him and putting on the tie for the lazy bastard. Once it was on, I ran a hand over his broad shoulders.

                My handsome boy.

                “You look great,” I told him, smiling. I was so right about the mint color looking better on him then the pink.