Nora
She was shaking by the time they got back to the car.
He gave her a diamond.
He danced with her.
He held her closer than others did on that dancefloor.
He whispered the words to her to the song he requested for her.
Please be mine.
Was he asking?
He turned the ignition off in the driveway of the house and sat still for a moment. “Nora, I—”
“I think I need—”
They stopped at the same time. “Go ahead,” he gestured.
“I just…” what? Just what? “I need to get out of this wig.” Well, it was itchy and she was hot from all that dancing.
Maybe she would take Bev up on the offer to color her hair if Bev wouldn’t gossip to everyone about Nora’s hair color.
“Right,” he sighed. He got out of the car and came over to her side to help her out. L
