The Most Popular Girl in School Asked My Mistreated Son to Dance at Prom – It Turned Out to Be a Mean Joke, But What He Did Next Made My Knees Shake

“Hey, Mason,” Brielle said, tilting her head. “Wanna dance?”

Mason hesitated. “With me?”

“With you,” she smiled. “Come on. Before the song ends.”

“Please, just let him have one good night.”

He stood up slowly, and then, for the first time all night, he smiled.

My throat ached. I told myself to breathe.

They walked to the center of the floor, and Brielle placed one hand on his shoulder. Mason kept a polite distance.

Around them, the other students stopped dancing.

I noticed it before I wanted to admit it. The phones. Half a dozen of them, raised at chest level, screens glowing.

For the first time all night, he smiled.

“Why are they filming?” I muttered to the woman next to me.