“Rose Red ends up with the brother of Prince Charming actually,” Sofia informed us, her teasing eyes set on me. “Do you have a brother hidden somewhere?”

Before I could come up with a proper response, Alyssa crossed her arms over her chest. This time, her disdainful glare was fixed on Sofia. “I think there’s a variation of the story where Rose Red ends up with the Beast.”

Alyssa couldn’t have possibly known how close to home her jibes were coming. Annoyed at her, I kept my eyes on Sofia. I tucked strands of her auburn hair behind her ear before responding. “I can be Prince Charming or his brother… or even the beast. I’ll be whoever I have to be for Sofia to end up with me.”

I watched the rosy pink glow drain out of Sofia’s cheeks as her emerald eyes met mine. Questioning. Hesitant. Afraid. I had no idea how to assure her, how to let her know that I was serious about her. Hopefully, after tonight, she’ll know...

I was relieved when we finally reached the venue, eager to get away from the others and have Sofia to myself. Prom went on just as well as anyone would expect. I was crowned prom king and had to pry myself away from Sofia for a quick dance with Tanya, who won prom queen.

When I returned for Sofia, I found her sitting at one of the tables, absent-mindedly sketching something on a paper napkin. Connor bumped into me before I could reach her.

“Looks like Rose Red has eyes only for you. A bunch of guys already asked her to dance and she declined them all.”

I reached her table and extended my hand toward her.

“One last dance, Sofia?”

She covered her sketch with her palm, crumpled the paper napkin and stuffed it in the small purse she was carrying. She took my hand and I led her to the dance floor. She rested her hands over my shoulders and my hands found their way to her waist. I never could quite get over how small her waist was. My hands came nearly fully around it.

“Having a good time?”

“Yes.” She nodded.

“Right…” I rolled my eyes. “You’re lying.”

She laughed. “Okay, fine… I never even imagined myself attending prom. You know me. This isn’t exactly my scene. Too many people, too much noise…”

“Then why’d you come?”

The rosy pink glow returned to her pale freckled cheeks. “Because you wanted to be here…” She then looked down at her outfit and gave me a pout. “And this dress is too pretty to waste.”

“Wanna get out of here?” I suggested.

Her brows furrowed at me in question. “You sure you want to go home this early?”

“Who said anything about going home?” I held her hand. “Come on. I have a surprise for you.”

We left the hall and made our way to the parking lot where my black pick-up was waiting. I asked one of the sophomores on the football team to drive it there after we left the house to go to prom.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

“You’ll see.” It took about half an hour to reach Los Angeles. From there, we drove another few miles up the Angeles Crest Highway to a spot overlooking the Los Angeles basin. “This place would actually be better if we came before sunset, but I guess the starry night will have to do.”

She chuckled. “I just hope we can still see stars past the smog.”

I parked the pick-up so that the tail was facing the view of the city. I removed the canopy covering the back and switched on a flashlight to reveal a blanket, a bunch of pillows and a picnic basket. Just seeing that radiant smile on her face made all the effort worth it.

She began fixing the pillows over the edge of the truck so that we could both find a comfortable position. “We’re so overdressed for something like this,” she commented.

“Who cares? We both look incredible.”

“I’ll never get used to how modest you are, Ben.”

“People who look like me have no need of modesty.” I opened the picnic basket and brought out the candles, spreading them along the edge of the truck. I tossed her the matches. “Light them up, beautiful.”

By the time she was done lighting the candles, I had already taken out the champagne, the bowl of strawberries and the melted chocolate. She started giggling about something.

When I gave her a questioning look, she explained, “Look at all these candles. I’m just wondering when fire hazards like this started to become romantic.”

“So you find this romantic?” I raised a brow at her.

“Yeah, but don’t let that go to your head. I’m pretty easy to please.”

“Easy? You think it was easy to set all this up? Do you have any idea how difficult it was to put this together and keep it secret from you and mom?”

The delight on her face faded at the mention of my mother.

“Sofia, you do understand why we can’t tell my mom yet, right? I don’t think we’re ready to deal with all the drama that it would cause, and…”

“Yeah, I understand, Ben,” she cut me off. “Don’t worry about it.”

I opened up the champagne and we drank and ate dessert. We then eased into a comfortable silence, our focus being the view.

When she finally broke the silence, I wish she hadn’t.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you a question, Ben…”

I could immediately sense her hesitation.

“While you were setting up the food, I tapped you on the back to get your attention. You didn’t respond. That’s happened so many times already. When you got beat up, I kept on accidentally brushing my hand or arm or whatever against your bruises and against your gash and you never once flinched…” Her voice was laced with concern that made me ache. “Why is that?”