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but Bonnie didn’t want to be athletic. She wanted to be beautiful and sexy and everything Lena was and she wasn’t.
    Though she had to admit that tonight, all dressed up, she looked pretty. Maybe almost beautiful . . . if she didn’t stand too close to Lena.
    At least if Bonnie was attending prom alone, she’d look good doing it. The dress had cost all of her babysitting money, but it was worth it. Everyone else was wearing the supposed hot color of the 1990 prom season—blue. Everywhere there were yards of shiny taffeta in all shades of the color, ranging from dark blue to ice blue.
    Bonnie had decided to break the mold. She’d found a dress she loved in a beautiful buttercup yellow chiffon. The hue might not be the height of fashion according to the magazines, but it made her blue eyes stand out. At least that’s what the salesgirl had said at the store. Of course, the woman might just say that to all the girls trying on dresses for their prom.
    Staring at the mirror now, Bonnie thought the color also complemented her blond hair, which she’d done up herself in a French braid. The bottom of the braid she’d secured with a matching yellow scrunchie she was lucky enough to find at the accessory store. And of course, she had shoes dyed to match the dress.
    It had all been a lot of work, and money, but looking at her reflection, she knew the end result was worth it.
    She picked up from the dresser the corsage she’d ordered for herself, and brought it to her nose. She breathed in the scent of the fragrant yellow freesia that surrounded the single white rose. The yellow blooms were interspersed with stems of both light and dark blue flowers. Delphinium. That’s what the florist had said the pretty flowers were called.
    That was her only concession to the blue fashion trend, and only because the contrast of the blue and the yellow really did look beautiful surrounding the tight white rosebud in the center.
    She slipped the elastic band over her left hand and felt the weight of the flowers. It was probably a good thing she didn’t have a date. Any dancing might have the corsage flying off her wrist.
    Leaning a bit closer to the mirror, Bonnie checked her makeup. She had put just a bit of blue eyeliner along the inner rim of her lower eyelid and had put some blue eye shadow in the outside corners of her upper lids. Her pink blush had just a tinge of shimmer to add some sparkle to her face. A bit of mascara and pink lipstick completed her look.
    That was it then. She was dressed and as ready as she was going to get. She turned to find her mother standing in the doorway, smiling. “You look absolutely beautiful, sweetie.”
    Bonnie smoothed the skirt of the dress with one palm. “You really think so?”
    â€œYes. You’re going to be the prettiest girl there.”
    She doubted that. That honor would no doubt belong to Marie Jorgensen, who’d already been voted prom queen by the senior class. “Thanks, Mom.”
    â€œAre you ready to go?”
    â€œYup.” Bonnie grabbed her purse, also yellow to match the dress, and turned toward the door.
    â€œI want to take a picture before we leave.”
    â€œOkay.”
    â€œGo and show your father how nice you look while I grab my camera. He’s in the dining room reading the newspaper.”
    â€œOkay. Then we have to leave. I don’t want to be late.” Not that it mattered, she guessed. It wasn’t as if anyone was waiting for her.
    â€œYou won’t be late. Don’t worry.” She shot Bonnie a smile before disappearing into the bedroom.
    Bonnie continued down the hallway to the dining room. She found her father sitting at the table reading, the ever-present cup he used to spit his chewing tobacco into set near his elbow.
    She stood in the doorway and smoothed the chiffon of her long skirt. “Hey, Dad. I’m leaving for the prom.”
    He glanced at her over the top of the