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Six years ago

Tiffany.

“Tell me that you are not going to wear that to our prom.” Noah said behind him as his hands settled on my waist. Yes, I could always recognize my boyfriend, even when he was not in his jeans and tee shirts but in a rented Tux for our prom.

“Why?” I asked him. “Is it not okay?” I asked, already working myself up, I wanted this night to be perfect, it was going to be our firsts, I became certain that he was the one for me and so why would I wait any more, it would be a big disaster if this...