The Most Popular Boy in School Asked My Daughter to Prom – Then He Walked Over to Me During the Slow Dance and Said, ‘I Did My Part, Now You Do Yours’
For the first hour, everything looked good.
Mason held her hand and got her punch. He bent down when she spoke, listening like every word mattered.
Once, I saw Elsie laugh without covering her mouth, and I had to look away before I embarrassed her by crying in public.
Then, the slow song started.
For the first hour, everything looked good.
Mason led Elsie out with one hand at her waist. She looked nervous, but pleased.
Then Mason leaned down and said something near her ear. Elsie stiffened. He said something else. She pulled back and stared at him.
Then she yanked her hand out of his.
She spun away from him and marched straight to me.
Her face was red and blotchy. Her eyes already spilling over.
My stomach dropped. “Elsie? What happened?”
She yanked her hand out of his.
She stopped a few feet from me, breathing hard.
“How could you?” she said.
I froze. “What?”
“You paid him, didn’t you?” Her voice cracked so loudly that conversations nearby cut off in the middle. “You felt sorry for me, so you got Mason to pretend he liked me.”
People turned to stare at us. I felt all the blood leave my face.
“No,” I said. It came out thin and useless. “Baby, no. I swear to you, I didn’t.”
“You paid him, didn’t you?”
Her mouth trembled. “Then why would he say that?”
I reached for her, but she stepped back.
“Elsie, listen to me.”
