Page 35 of Eleanor & Grey
“Nothing,” I sharply responded, knowing she would’ve killed me if she found out. “Plus, I don’t even have a dress.”
“You can borrow one of mine,” Mom said, giving me a smile. “I’ll even help you get ready.”
“But what if you need something? What if you and Dad need my help?” That was my biggest fear: something going wrong while I wasn’t around.
“I’m fine, Ellie. Still here,” she said as she walked over to me. “Now I think you have to give this nice boy an answer. Are you going to homecoming with him?”
I bit my bottom lip as my stomach twisted up with butterflies and worry all at once. I glanced over to Mom and then over to Greyson. Then back to Mom. “Are you sure you’re OK?”
“One hundred percent.”
“And if you need anything, you’ll call?”
“One hundred percent.”
I sighed and let the worry kind of slide away as more butterflies came in. I turned to Greyson and smiled. “I need a few minutes to get ready.”
“Take your time.” He walked over to the couch and took a seat. “I’ll wait.”
Mom took me to her bedroom, and she started rummaging through her closet for options for me to wear.
I’d never been to a dance.
I didn’t even know if I knew how to dance, honestly.
If I knew anything about myself, it was the fact that I wasn’t the best at social gatherings. Ask me to read a chapter out loud in class, and I’d nail that. Ask me to go be social, and I’d melt into a puddle of anxiety.
But it was with Greyson.
How could I say no to those eyes and that smile?
“How about this one?” Mom asked, holding out a black dress with a low drop back. “You can even wear your Chucks with it, because you’re you, and that’s awesome.”
“It’s beautiful,” I told her. “I think it’s perfect.”
“Good. Now go change. There’s a really sweet boy waiting out there for you.”
I hurried out to my room and changed into the dress. It fit me pretty OK, but Mom was a safety pin queen and made it tighter where it needed to be tight, and she hemmed up the bottom so I wouldn’t trip over the dress all night long. Then she helped me with my hair and gave me a touch of makeup. She even sprayed me with her favorite perfume.
“You look like a goddess,” Mom said, tearing up. “You look like a beautiful goddess, Ellie.”
“Thanks, Mom.”
She hugged me tightly and then walked me out to the living room, where Dad and Greyson were sitting and waiting. They both stood up instantly when we walked out, and both of their jaws dropped.
“Wow,” they said in unison.
“Ellie, you look—” Dad started.
“Beautiful,” Greyson finished.
I felt my cheeks heat up as I looked away, feeling bashful. Then Greyson walked over to me with the corsage and asked for my wrist.
“Wait! Pause! I need to get the camera!” Mom shouted, waving her hands. It was fun watching how excited she was getting about it all. Lately every time she smiled, it felt a bit like a blessing.
She hurried back, holding a camera, and she started snapping photographs of Greyson and me.
“Watch that hand placement, Greyson,” Dad warned.
