The girl I ruined at prom stepped out of a white limousine 10 years later, wearing black satin and a diamond necklace.
The entire room went quiet.
And I was 17 again, standing under spinning lights with red punch dripping from my cup.
Back then, I thought being cruel made me powerful.
I was prom queen. I had the crown, the boyfriend, and girls who copied me.
And I was 17 again.