Layers of pink tulle rested over a slick satin slip.
Gloria was putting the final touches on her hair, a mass of auburn curls bound with velvet ribbon. A corsage of red roses, baby’s breath and lace rested on her vanity.
Tonight, I am a princess. All eyes would be on her and Gloria would have her choice of dance partners, John, Eric, Taylor … even Patrick with that raging pompadour.
Her guests were waiting. Summoning as much grace as she could, Gloria rose smiling from her seat. She looked splendid.
You only turn sixteen once …