“Can’t help it. I’m proud of how you’re growing up. A kind, sweet young man. A man who should be hanging out with his friends at the dance.” He gets up and starts rummaging in my closet. “What are you doing?” I demand. He pushes clothes aside. “It’s too late to get you a suit, but you have some nice shirts, don’t you?” “Ally!” I call. “I need your help!” She speeds into the room in record time. “What happened?” I point to Zack who’s still in my closet. “Your husband is forcing me to go to the homecoming dance.” She claps and bounces on her heels. “Good!” I gape at her. “I thought you were on my side.” She shrugs. “Sorry, Zane. I’m with Zack on this one. You know, when we were your age—” “You danced together and it was the most magical night of your lives. I know. But I’m not going.”
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Emma Dalton,
Rebels Don’t Fall for Tomboys