When the dress was finished, it fit Hannah the way the original never could have fit anyone.
On prom night, Caleb knocked at exactly the right time. He was wearing a dark suit that looked like he had made an actual effort rather than grabbing whatever was already pressed. He held out a corsage.
Hannah noticed that his hands were shaking slightly.
She noticed that, and she filed it.
“You look beautiful, Hannah.”
“Thank you.”
In the car, he barely talked. He asked a few questions about her plans for after graduation, said something about his older sister going to college in a state he didn’t name, and then went quiet. His phone sat face-down on his leg. Every few minutes she could see the screen light up faintly through the case. He didn’t check it.
She told herself he was nervous. She had told herself a lot of things in the weeks since the locker conversation.
