The limo driver opened the door and Astrid climbed in the back of the impressive vehicle. Toby followed her. There was a lot of space in the back, but by the time they had picked everyone up, it seemed decidedly less roomy. First were Christopher and Denise. Then they crossed to the other side of town and picked up Bud and then Austin, finally swinging by the Diaz home to collect the two Valeries.
Denise’s dress was of a style similar to Astrid’s, but was a lime green color. Both Valerie and Robot Valerie wore more traditional, ankle-length prom dresses, both deep violet. The boys had all opted for suits, which were the tradition for the Junior Prom, thought male attendees to the Senior Prom usually dressed in tuxedoes.
The limousine came to a stop in front of the school and the driver held the door for them as the gang, one after another, climbed out. The front of the school was decorated with balloons and streamers and posters proclaiming the prom theme: Glitterama.
“Whatever that means,” said Astrid.
They walked in through the front door and suddenly found about fifty pounds of glitter dropped on them from above.
“That’s what it means,” said Denise.
The music was already playing in the multipurpose room, which had been decorated with hundreds of balls of shining tinsel that reflected the light from four disco balls hanging from the ceiling. About a dozen couples were dancing to One Last Time, while twice that many lingered around the walls.
“Shall we?” asked Toby, holding out his hand.
“We shall, replied Astrid, taking it.
Astrid and Toby danced through the song and the next one too. Then the tempo slowed down as the Deejay played Take My Breath Away. When the song ended, they stepped over to the refreshment table for some punch. Bud and Valerie arrived at the same time.
“This is nice, isn’t it?” Astrid said.
The others nodded.
“Who do you think is going to be crowned Queen?” wondered Valerie.
“Um, who’s running again?”
Valerie rolled her eyes. “The posters have been up all week.”
“It’s the usual suspects,” said Bud. “Hannah Stark, Taylor Kirkpatrick, Sierra Brightman, and Gloria.”
“Gloria Maxxim?” asked Astrid.
“The one and only,” said a voice behind her.
She turned to find her cousin, wearing a dress that was very similar to her own, save that it was deep red. Next to her was a young man that looked like he just fell off the cover of GQ.
“This is Alex Brock, my date,” said Gloria. “Alex, this is my cousin Astrid, and three other people.”