People started smiling. Someone asked me to dance. Lila pulled me onto the floor, and for the first time that night, I laughed without forcing it.
When I got home, my dad was still awake.
“Well?” he asked. “Did the zipper hold up?”
“It did,” I said. “But tonight, everyone saw something I already knew.”
“What’s that?” he asked.
I smiled at him.
“That love looks better on me than shame ever could.”
