Even the other parents are getting impatient. "A little camera-happy, isn't he?" Pam's mother says. She's on her second glass of wine. My mother sighs. "I've learned not to fight it." 239 "Come on, Dad," I say. "We're sick of smiling. Our cheeks hurt." "Just one more," he says. "All of you line up against the wall. Huddle together. That's it, very nice. Say `Muenster!'" We grin, he takes the picture, and finally we're done. Limo's already at the house, waiting to whisk us off to the prom. Five brides, no grooms. Who needs grooms? Our parents bought our corsages, roses for each of us. We hang around my house a few minutes, getting more compliments and kisses from our parents (even though you can tell they think the wedding dress idea is less than brilliant, and quite possibly something we'll regret for- ever). My mom pulls me aside. "I hope maybe one day you'll want to wear this kind of thing for real." She hugs me tightly. "And I hope you have a wonderful time." We totter from the house to the limo in our heels, whooping like loons when we catch my neighbors star- ing.
What do You think about Laura Ruby - Good Girls (2011)?
