“Why are you asking all of a sudden?”
“It just makes me wonder what else I missed.”
“What do you mean?”
“If I didn’t know this about you. That you’re...”
“Gay?”
Mom nodded.
“You told your dad before you told me.”
“Um.”
“Some days it just feels like everything about you is new.”
I didn’t know what to say to that.
Mom finished up my right pinky and sat back.
“All set. Just let them dry before you get dressed.”
“Okay. Um. Thanks.”
“Of course.” She reached up and brushed my hair off my forehead.
I’d gotten my haircut touched up yesterday. It was soft and sleek and full, the fade nice and crisp.
“Have fun tonight.”
Mr. Edwards dropped Landon off about an hour before dinner.
I was still getting dressed when he knocked on my door.
“Hey,” I squeaked.
“Hey.” He looked amazing: His suit must’ve been made just for him, the way it tapered around his slim waist and nice legs.
I sucked in my stomach as soon as I saw him.
His hair was parted to the side, super formal, except for this one lock that fell into his forehead. His smile was perfect.
“Wow,” he said. He looked me up and down, with this soft smile. “You look beautiful.”
My ears burned.
“It’s not too... um...”
“It’s perfect.” He nodded at my tie. “Having trouble?”
“Usually my dad helps me,” I admitted.
He slipped his own tie off, a deep blue one with thin orange stripes: It was a clip-on.
“Can’t help you there.”
“I’ll get it.”
