Page 63 of The Promposal

“Just checking for buckets of blood.”

“Stop it. Enjoy your moment. Royal wave.” He lifted his hand up, waving like a beauty pageant queen, which made me laugh and dried up my tears. I copied him, and we both waved to all the people who were still cheering for us.

This was almost as good as being with Jake.

He grabbed me in his arms and, to the delight of the crowd, dipped me backward and kissed me deeply before letting me stand upright again.

Thanks to the love of my family, especially my sister, and the love of a guy as fantastic as Jake, I had changed.

From outsider to insider. From underdog to student body president. From hiding my true self to being exactly who I was. From hating so many things in my life to embracing them and moving past them.

I had gone from ugly stepsister to prom queen.

And as I held Jake’s hand and looked down at my sister’s giddy expression, I got the distinct feeling that we were all going to live happily ever after.