long.
But enough.
I unfolded the letter.
The gym slowly quieted.
“My dear Lily,” I read, “if you are reading this at prom, then I kept my promise.”
I stopped for half a second.
Then continued.
“This dress is not just fabric. It came from something given to me many years ago. Not bought, not chosen, but gifted.”
A few heads tilted slightly.
“I once helped a continue reading …