Alex was not impressed with my prom attire. “Lily, you couldn’t have dressed up even a little?” He gestured to my worn J. Crew shorts, Tag’s favorite Dave Matthews Band T-shirt, and my striped espadrilles. “I mean…” “Why does it matter?” I asked as I snapped a photo of Zoe and Maya. My friend’s white jumpsuit was to die for, and Maya looked amazing in her deep turquoise dress. “I’m behind the scenes today.” I looked up from the camera lens. “Who cares?” “I care,” Alex said. “It’s not professional. You look like we booked you as our photographer only fifteen minutes ago.”
