The bright light flashed in Cameron's eyes and she winced involuntarily. Great... now she'd have to do it again.
"Sorry!" her mother, practically giggling, popped her head out from behind the camera before ducking back behind it again. "Just a couple more. Promise."
"Oh, you take as many as you need Eilleen, these kids are gorgeous and I wanna get a few good ones!" Trenton's mother, Magda, was already on her third glass of wine by the time Cameron's hair and makeup stylist released her for photos. "I can't wait to send some to Emma Jean Harris, you know she'll be pea green with envy that her boy Bobby didn't win your daughter over like my Trent did. She's been plotting their wedding since she laid eyes on your Cammy." Madga stumbled a little on the cobblestone as she neared the two seniors, her son reaching out to steady his mother before she could spill the red liquid sloshing around in her glass. Magda took the support and steadied herself as if nothing had happened. "But don't you worry Cammy, you made the better choice with this boy here. Strapping lad isn't he?"
Cameron stifled a laugh as Trenton muttered "Moooommm" under his breath. Magda chucked her under the chin, tweaked her son's nose as if he was five, then went off to sit with her husband and Cameron's father where they watched the spectacle from behind a puff of cigar smoke.
Trenton offered a soft apology then squeezed her hand before straightening for another picture. The bulb snapped before she was ready. "Mother!" she whined in admonishment. Her mother tittered the same sentence she had said just moments earlier and emptied the rest of the roll on various shots of Cameron and Trenton standing in front of the fountain, the garden, and the wall of shrubbery that lined one side of their yard.
Finally finished, Cameron's father popped open a bottle of champagne and her mother arranged several glasses in a row for him to fill, passing them out to everyone. Cameron was surprised to get an amount equal to her parents since they usually only let her have a sip. Her father made a toast to the kids and the rite of passage they were about to experience. Cameron wondered at the smirk on Trenton's face before they all took a drink. Next, Trenton's father made a little toast to their family knowing each other for six years now, having met at the country club and formed an instant friendship. Alliance, Cameron thought, would have been a better word. She smiled and took another drink.
By the time the parents ushered her and Trenton to the car, Cameron felt the effects of the drink flooding through her, making her giddy. She smiled as her mother recorded the entire departure on her camera, but was glad to finally be on the way to prom.
"That was a circus." Trenton said, smiling and resting his hand on her leg as he drove. She noticed the move and glanced from the mirror, to his hand, to his face, but he was studiously driving them to the club where their father's had met.
"Yeah," was all Cameron could say as she checked her lipstick for the hundredth time.
They drove in silence, the ten minutes passing quickly with the rock songs blasting from the speaker's of Trenton's car stereo. Cameron felt excited and a little flustered at the same time. She knew what guys expected on prom night, she had overhead snippets of conversations from the girls in the school bathroom and some of the things they planned as well, but Cameron hadn't been dating Trenton for what seemed to be enough time to do... things. Oh, they had kissed, he'd even gotten to second base one night while they were watching a movie, but she had also found herself irritated by the fact that she was missing some of the film. What did that mean?
Cameron glanced over at Trenton as he pulled onto the curvy road leading to the main clubhouse where the school prom was held every year. He looked dashing in his tuxedo, a classic black number that made him look like a young James Bond. His sandy brown hair, which usually hung down to his eyebrows, was gelled back off his face, giving his eyes an even more intense look since they were no longer hidden. He was seriously cute. So why couldn't she get past the butterflies in her stomach? He was a football player for crying out loud!
As they pulled into a parking spot Cameron could see the chaos outside the entrance. Couples were arriving to photographers' flashing blubs, making it look more like a red-carpet event than a senior prom. Trenton was every bit the gentleman as he helped her from the car, escorted her down the aisle, and posed with her before stepping back so photographers could get shots of her alone in her dress. Making their way inside they checked in and got a number for the real photographer who was off in one of the side rooms taking the official photos. Good thing she wasn't camera-shy.
"Oh. My. God!" a familiar voice said from over Cameron's shoulder. Her friend Brandy came up to her, dragging her date, Kyle, along behind her. Brandy eyed her dress from head to toe with a mixture of approval and jealousy. "You got the pale blue one. Oh, Cam, it's gorgeous!" They lightly hugged as their dates nodded a greeting and started to mingle with the other new arrivals.
"My mother wouldn't splurge on the purple one I liked so I convinced her to get me this." Brandy spun, her short red skirt flying up and out like a dancer's costume, except unlike a dancer's costume, there was a hint of lace underneath that wasn't for the stage. Well, not a classy stage.
"Brandy!" Cameron giggled and glanced around embarrassed for her friend. "You're flashing the room when you do that."
"I know, right? It's so Madonna." Brandy smoothed her outfit lovingly. She turned and winked at Kyle, who was smiling down at her with a look on his face that made Cameron's cheek heat a little. Her cheeks got even redder as she noticed Trenton looking as well. To hide the blush she turned back to her friend, who met her ear with a whisper. "I brought a bag... did you?"
Bag? "What bag?" Cameron frowned.
"For after. You know. They got rooms at the Dalton." Brandy glared at some girls who passed by talking loudly then pulled Cameron toward her to whisper in her ear. "Don't tell me Trenton didn't tell you."
Cameron glanced at her date, who was now standing with three other guys, watching the scene around them with amusement as if they were viewing prized ponies being brought out for them to bet on. Some girls even noticed their staring and played the part. Ugh. Sometimes she felt like she was more mature than everyone her own age, yet she had yet to experience a lot of what most of her classmates had.
Once they were inside, the rest of the evening passed in a blur – friends surrounding Cameron at all times, multiple dances out on the dance floor, a few scandals being reported and several meltdowns by those who weren't having the best time of their lives. She was clearly a bell of the ball, having the time of her life. Trenton paid plenty of attention to her, stroking her arm as they sat chatting with other couples, or grabbing her waist in his large hands as they danced. By the time they had their pictures taken her hair had fallen slightly, but might have even improved her appearance as far as she was concerned.
Brandy didn't mention any more about the rooms and Trenton never even brought the topic up so she should have been able to ignore it. But she just couldn't. She was excited and nervous as well as a bundle of other emotions, each one fighting for prominence. The idea of a hotel room flickered in and distracted her every time she didn't having something to concentrate on.
She was so distracted that she didn't even notice the wall she bumped in to while making her way to the ladies room. Only when she took a startled step back and looked up she realized it wasn't a wall, but a young man.
