~Nuella's POV~
The doorbell rang at exactly seven sharp, and my heart did a little flip in my chest. I smoothed down the front of my dress one last time, the deep red satin hugging my curves like it was made for me.
It was a strapless number that dipped low in the back, showing just enough skin to make me feel bold, but not so much that Mom would freak out.
Prom night.
The night I'd been dreaming about since freshman year. Not just for the dancing and the photos, but for what it meant. The legendary tale... losing your virginity on prom night.
It sounded so romantic, so right.
And with Milo? God, it felt perfect.
I glanced at myself in the hallway mirror, my dark hair cascading in loose waves over my shoulders, makeup subtle but smoky around my eyes. I was eighteen, finally, and
