At Prom, the Godfather Kissed Someone Else

The prom after-party had descended into chaos by the time the spinning bottle stopped, pointing straight at Natalie.

"Of course I have a boyfriend."

Her gaze slid toward Byron, the boy I had loved for ten years.

The room fell silent. Then everyone erupted.

I looked toward the corner, where Byron sat.

He had told me countless times, "Celeste, on prom night, I'll tell everyone that when I become Godfather, you're going to be my wife."

But now he was slouched on that leather sofa, not even looking at me.

Someone whistled. "Prove it."

Natalie smiled. She stood and walked straight to Byron.