“Exactly. A night to remember.” Lydia sat back sharply. “Tell me that’s not the theme.” “No.” Arden rolled her eyes. “They used that for prom last year. They’re not going to repeat the same thing. That would be sad.” “Sadder,” Lydia said under her breath. “What is the theme?” Terry asked. “The Cold War. Since it’s Winter Formal.” Lydia stared at her, wide-eyed. “Ha! Got you.” Arden patted herself on the back. “That would actually be kind of cool though,” Terry said. “Kind of grim and eighties.” “They could decorate the gym like the Berlin Wall,” Lydia suggested.
