Page 88 of Broken Secrets
“We are not doing a group hug in the middle of Giuseppe’s,” I protest, but I’m already standing up.
We do, in fact, do a group hug in the middle of Giuseppe’s, much to the amusement of other diners and the staff. It’sridiculous and perfect and exactly the kind of moment I want to remember about tonight.
The school gymnasium has been transformed beyond recognition. The dance committee has created a winter wonderland theme with white fabric draped from the ceiling, string lights that twinkle like stars, and centerpieces featuring silver branches and white flowers. The usual basketball hoops are hidden behind elegant backdrops, and the typical harsh fluorescent lighting has been replaced with soft, romantic illumination.
“Wow,” Derek says as we walk through the entrance. “This actually looks amazing.”
“Much better than the usual gym sock and floor wax ambiance,” I agree.
The DJ is set up on the stage, already playing music that’s loud enough to dance to but not so overwhelming that conversation becomes impossible. Couples and groups of friends are scattered around the decorated space, some already dancing, others clustering around the refreshment tables or posing for photos at the backdrop station.
“Photos first,” Maya announces, producing what appears to be a written itinerary from her small purse. “Then dancing, then refreshments, then more dancing.”
“You made an itinerary for a school dance?” Marcus asks, clearly torn between admiration and concern.
“Organization is the key to maximum fun,” Maya replies confidently.
The photo station is elaborate—a winter backdrop with props like fake snow, silver frames, and signs with sayings like “Winter Formal 2025” and “Making Memories.” We take the requisite group shots, couple photos, and silly pictures with props, Maya directing the entire process with the efficiency of someone who’s clearly thought about optimal photo combinations.
“Now dancing,” she announces once she’s satisfied with our documentation.
The dance floor is already crowded with couples swaying to a slow song that’s romantic without being overly sentimental. Derek leads me into the crowd, his hand warm on my back as we find our rhythm together.
“This is nice,” I say, settling into his arms. “Much better than practicing in your living room.”
“Hey, those practice sessions were crucial preparation. Without them, I would have definitely stepped on your dress by now.”
“Your confidence in your dancing abilities is truly inspiring.”
“I prefer to think of it as realistic self-assessment.”
We dance through several songs, alternating between slow romantic ones and upbeat tracks that require more energy but less coordination. Derek turns out to be a better dancer than he gives himself credit for, and I find myself genuinely enjoying the experience instead of just enduring it for the sake of tradition.
During a particularly energetic song, Maya appears beside us on the dance floor, moving with the kind of enthusiasm that suggests she’s in her element.
“Having fun?” she shouts over the music.
“The best time!” I shout back.
“Good! Because they’re about to announce winter formal court!”
The music fades as Principal Watson takes the microphone, looking slightly uncomfortable in his formal attire but smiling gamely at the crowd of dressed-up teenagers.
“Ladies and gentlemen, it’s time to announce this year’s winter formal court!”
A drumroll plays from the DJ booth as he opens an envelope with exaggerated ceremony.
“Your winter formal queen is… Maya Carlson!”
The crowd erupts in cheers and applause as Maya’s face transforms from surprise to pure joy. She deserves this recognition; she’s been involved in every school event since freshman year, always volunteering to help with planning and organization.
“And your winter formal king is… Tyler Rodriguez!”
More cheers as Tyler, Maya’s date, looks equally shocked and pleased. They’re escorted to the front of the room for the traditional crowning ceremony, both of them beaming as they accept their plastic tiaras and scepters.
“That’s perfect,” Derek says in my ear as we applaud. “Maya planned the perfect formal, and now she gets to be recognized for it.”
“She’s going to remember this night forever.”
