He was now sitting in a navy suit at a corner table, painstakingly swirling a cup of punch that he was not sipping.
I saw a flash of a silver outfit with sequins at the snack bar.
The captain of the cheer squad is Brielle. Throughout the season, I had heard the rumors from other parents in the bleachers. Brielle who might destroy a reputation with a single Instagram story, Brielle this, Brielle that.
After giving Mason’s table a quick glance, she leaned in to whisper something to the females next to her.
I had no idea what would transpire a few moments later.
Not a single girl had consented to accompany him.
I saw Brielle whisper once more, nod, and then bite her lip in that well-honed manner that attractive females employ when they are going to do something they believe to be brilliant.
Behind their hands, her buddies giggled.
One of them, a more reserved girl who I knew to be Hannah, gazed at the ground.
After smoothing the silver fabric down her hips, Brielle got up and began to move. Not in the direction of the dance floor. Not in the direction of the punch bowl.
directly in the direction of Mason’s empty table.
I saw Brielle nod after whispering once more.
My stomach constricted.”Please, just let him have one good night,” I muttered to myself.
As Brielle got closer, my son looked up, blinked twice, and his face froze in shock.Brielle tilted her head and murmured, “Hey, Mason.” “Wanna dance?”
Mason paused. “With me?””With you,” she grinned. “Hurry up. before the song’s conclusion.”Just give him one good night, please.”
He slowly got to his feet and grinned for the first time all night.
My throat hurt. I reminded myself to take a breath.
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