Are you there, are you okay?”
“I’m sorry, I don’t know how to say this but I heard your mother passed away. Indian porn I can’t date my cousin.”
Chuck is my cousin on my mother’s side, his father is my uncle. The rest of the night was a blur of punch, laughter and dancing. I’d spent hours getting my hair done; I bathed, oiled, powdered then put on my dress and make up. The ride to the hotel was the most nerve-racking surreal few minutes I have ever experienced. Let’s go sit down.”
As he led me back to the table we wove between the closely clutched couples, I thought on something he said, something that peaked my interest “You think I’m sexy?”
He stopped dead, spun me around and pulled me close to him again. He wore a tailor made dark charcoal suit, with medium lavender dress shirt and white silk tie. I wasn’t expecting what happened to me. “Why don’t you ask Chuck to take you to the prom?”
I didn’t hear him right. All of a sudden the nervousness was gone. Marry my cousin? I was grasping for anything to say but my mind was blank. This was the Senior Prom, the last dance before graduation, the biggest and best of all the school proms and three days before my boyfriend had to fly to
