Prom

Prom night, at last. I must say, I think we’re all absolutely stunning tonight.

Shanna has brought out the sari her grandma gave her, though when she first received it she carefully tugged it far, far inside her wardrobe. It compliments her beautifully.

Hugo couldn’t be bothered to go full suit-and-bowtie, but somehow, even with his lazy, no-effort, couldn’t-be-bothered-to-shave style, he still looks stunning.

Marie has a sparkly dress that’s just extra enough for her; Romain has very little cares to give about the pastel thing we had going on and went full red.

Marie and I stuck very close to the theme of the prom. The Magical Garden. So we both have arguably plain dresses, mine in cream white, hers in pale green. she’s wearing make-up and looks nothing like her usual self. I pinned white, very fake roses to my hair.

We’ve never looked more dapper, and probably never will again. One of us had better win Prom Queen or King.

First selfie to set the mood, and immortalize the chic. It’s a beautiful night.

The little sign at the entrance of the ballroom reads “Welcome to the Magical Garden”. At least we know we’re in the right place.

Can you think of a school dance where people actually dare to dance right away instead of awkwardly not looking at each other, waiting to see who will dare first?

No, this is not me spiking the juice.

Not. At. All.

The food was great. Only one regret: some genius chose to wear a cream white dress and didn’t eat anything for fear of staining it.

Genius, Azalea, genius.

I have to admit the prom could get wedding-y on some pictures. But they were such beautiful pictures!

It couldn’t have been more magical. As we twirl on the dancefloor, Hugo and I are pretty much alone, in the most romantic of places.

And so are Romain and Marie apparently. They do make a stunning couple.

The photos from the prom, we’ll keep on cherishing for decades. 

Romain and Marie’s is all about confidence.

Shanna and Charlotte also pose together, and I sort of want to frame their picture and hang it in my living room.

Ha, and of course Charlotte won Prom Queen, because why wouldn’t she? Everyone voted for her. She had the beauty, the grace, the popularity, and most importantly, the absolute sass.

And finally, Hugo and I. The photo that concluded the most perfect night of all.

(And you can tell that it is the end, because at this point my eyes are basically twitching)