In Phoenix, they held proms in hotel ballrooms filled with ice sculptures, chocolate fountains, and other luxuries that made each couple feel glamorous. This dance was in the gym, of course. It was probably the only room in town big enough for a dance. When we got inside, I giggled. There were actual balloon arches and twisted garlands of pastel crepe paper festooning the walls. It was so pathetic.
"This looks like a horror movie waiting to happen," I snickered.
"Well," he muttered as we slowly approached the ticket table—he was carrying most of my weight but I still had to shuffle and wobble and waddle—"there are more than enough vampires present."
I looked at the dance floor; a wide gap had formed in the center, where two couples whirled gracefully to and fro. The other dancers pressed to the sides of the room to give them space—no one wanted to stand in contrast with such radiance, such blatant beauty.
Emmett and Jasper were intimidatingly flawless in classic matching tuxedos. Alice was striking in a black satin slip with geometric cutouts that bared large triangles of her snowy white skin. And Rosalie was... well, Rosalie. She was beyond belief. Her vivid scarlet dress was backless, tight to her calves where it flared into a wide ruffled train, with a neckline that plunged to her knees and breasts that went for miles. I pitied every girl in the room, myself included.
"Do you want me to bolt the doors so that you can massacre the unsuspecting townsfolk?" I said.
"And where do you fit into that scheme?" He glared.
"Oh, I'm with the vampires, of course."
He smiled reluctantly. "Anything to get out of dancing."
"Anything, baby." I breathed.

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