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who_is_she) wrote2015-09-25 09:49 am
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"This is going to be the most important night of your young life!"
Tiffini's stepmom had said that when the first news about when and how to
buy prom tickets had come up, and at the time Tiffini had thought nothing
of it. Her stepmom was always saying things like that, about the most
inconsequential things, and Tiffini had assumed this was no different. But
then the dress catalogs started coming. Her stepmom had made Tiffini sit
down and look through them all, and give her opinions on every dress, and
the whole thing had been torture.
Still, Tiffini hadn't taken it very seriously and feigned a slight interest
in it, just enough to keep her stepmom from getting suspicious and throwing
around accusations, which had happened before. It wasn't until the other
girls on the cheerleading squad had asked about Tiffini's prom dress and
she'd said she hadn't picked out yet that she realized the full situation.
They had all looked at her with varying degrees of shock, and Tiffini had
stuttered out an excuse about being too busy, but she had a clear idea of
what she wanted. And she realized that this wouldn't blow over and end up
not being a big deal. This was Senior Prom.
"Oh, you don't have to worry about picking out Rohan's suit, honey," her
stepmom had said one day, making Tiffini jump, "I've talked to his mom
about it already. We just have to let her know what color your dress is
when you pick it out."
Tiffini had stared, stunned, but quickly nodded and flipped away from the
suit section of the prom magazine she'd been looking at. Honestly, she
hadn't been thinking about her boyfriend at all as she lingered on the
men's suits. She'd been imagining herself in one instead, rather than the
sleek and sequined dresses her stepmom loved. She felt vaguely guilty and
ashamed after that, because of course she should be picking out a suit for
her boyfriend. Girls didn't wear suits to prom.
Rohan hadn't even actually asked her to prom yet, she realized after that,
but that was perhaps because they hadn't spoken about it once. Tiffini had
always felt more relaxed with Rohan, and often didn't mention the things
she was worried about to him for fear of compromising their relationship.
Honestly, Rohan was one of the only things Tiffini felt sure about in her
life, and didn't want to do anything that would make him leave.
She mentioned vaguely about her stepmom making a big stink about prom, and
had casually and noncommittally asked him if he even wanted to go, and he'd
said he wanted whatever Tiffini wanted. Tiffini had been so grateful for
his answer, and the lack of stress and pressure that had come with it.
Tiffini thought about prom as little as possible going up to the day,
though that wasn't as much as she wanted it to be because of her stepmom.
She ended up muscling Tiffini into picking a skin-tight gold sequined dress
because she wanted it so badly, and it had been so expensive that Tiffini
felt too guilty to say no.
The day of prom came too quickly, and Tiffini spent all day getting her
hair done at the hairdressers and making all the preparations. Tiffini's
stepmom had made it clear that she didn't expect Tiffini to come home
tonight, and had even made several comments about hotels in the area, or
staying over at Rohan's house. She hadn't said it outright, but she
expected Tiffini to have sex with her boyfriend tonight, thought Tiffini
got the distinct impression that she thought they already had had sex. They
hadn't, and honestly, Tiffini was terrified of it.
It wasn't until she was left alone to stuff her body into her dress that
she realized fully how much she was dreading this night. She felt horrible
and exposed in her dress, and it just felt wrong in some way that had
nothing to do with the tight fit. The whole night felt wrong, had felt
wrong the whole time, and when Tiffini stood in the mirror and looked at
herself there were tears in her eyes, but she just blinked them away and
continued to get ready.
Tiffini's stepmom had said that when the first news about when and how to
buy prom tickets had come up, and at the time Tiffini had thought nothing
of it. Her stepmom was always saying things like that, about the most
inconsequential things, and Tiffini had assumed this was no different. But
then the dress catalogs started coming. Her stepmom had made Tiffini sit
down and look through them all, and give her opinions on every dress, and
the whole thing had been torture.
Still, Tiffini hadn't taken it very seriously and feigned a slight interest
in it, just enough to keep her stepmom from getting suspicious and throwing
around accusations, which had happened before. It wasn't until the other
girls on the cheerleading squad had asked about Tiffini's prom dress and
she'd said she hadn't picked out yet that she realized the full situation.
They had all looked at her with varying degrees of shock, and Tiffini had
stuttered out an excuse about being too busy, but she had a clear idea of
what she wanted. And she realized that this wouldn't blow over and end up
not being a big deal. This was Senior Prom.
"Oh, you don't have to worry about picking out Rohan's suit, honey," her
stepmom had said one day, making Tiffini jump, "I've talked to his mom
about it already. We just have to let her know what color your dress is
when you pick it out."
Tiffini had stared, stunned, but quickly nodded and flipped away from the
suit section of the prom magazine she'd been looking at. Honestly, she
hadn't been thinking about her boyfriend at all as she lingered on the
men's suits. She'd been imagining herself in one instead, rather than the
sleek and sequined dresses her stepmom loved. She felt vaguely guilty and
ashamed after that, because of course she should be picking out a suit for
her boyfriend. Girls didn't wear suits to prom.
Rohan hadn't even actually asked her to prom yet, she realized after that,
but that was perhaps because they hadn't spoken about it once. Tiffini had
always felt more relaxed with Rohan, and often didn't mention the things
she was worried about to him for fear of compromising their relationship.
Honestly, Rohan was one of the only things Tiffini felt sure about in her
life, and didn't want to do anything that would make him leave.
She mentioned vaguely about her stepmom making a big stink about prom, and
had casually and noncommittally asked him if he even wanted to go, and he'd
said he wanted whatever Tiffini wanted. Tiffini had been so grateful for
his answer, and the lack of stress and pressure that had come with it.
Tiffini thought about prom as little as possible going up to the day,
though that wasn't as much as she wanted it to be because of her stepmom.
She ended up muscling Tiffini into picking a skin-tight gold sequined dress
because she wanted it so badly, and it had been so expensive that Tiffini
felt too guilty to say no.
The day of prom came too quickly, and Tiffini spent all day getting her
hair done at the hairdressers and making all the preparations. Tiffini's
stepmom had made it clear that she didn't expect Tiffini to come home
tonight, and had even made several comments about hotels in the area, or
staying over at Rohan's house. She hadn't said it outright, but she
expected Tiffini to have sex with her boyfriend tonight, thought Tiffini
got the distinct impression that she thought they already had had sex. They
hadn't, and honestly, Tiffini was terrified of it.
It wasn't until she was left alone to stuff her body into her dress that
she realized fully how much she was dreading this night. She felt horrible
and exposed in her dress, and it just felt wrong in some way that had
nothing to do with the tight fit. The whole night felt wrong, had felt
wrong the whole time, and when Tiffini stood in the mirror and looked at
herself there were tears in her eyes, but she just blinked them away and
continued to get ready.
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"Ro, dude, go ring the fucking doorbell," complains Devin, Rohan's teammate and the only other member of their party who had been picked up yet, "I'm hungry as shit, I just wanna get to the restaurant."
"Alright, man, I'm going," Rohan says, hopping up and out of the limo, "I might be a minute."
"Hurry," Devin says flatly, putting his earbuds in and turning his music up. Rohan shakes his head a little before straightening his suit and heading up to the door, his hand hovering for just a moment before he rings the doorbell.
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When the doorbell rings, the bottom of Tiffini's stomach drops out. Not because Rohan is here, but because her stepmom is downstairs and Tiffini can hear her cooing over Rohan all the way up the stairs.
Tiffini rushes down the stairs, full of dread when she saw the camera in her hands.
"Oh, you look so good, Tiffini!" Her stepmom coos, then elbows Rohan, "I bet you're a big fan of the dress, aren't you, Rohan?" She says, laughing, and Tiffini looks away, biting the inside of her cheek and wishing she had something to cover up with.