Carrie White Prom Novels & Stories

“Aaannd we’re going to top it all off with a big splash. I’ve been offered tickets to the White Gala at the Crown Plaza.” The White Gala was a big deal. Rumors were it was a couple of thousand dollars a plate. The money raised went to whichever women’s charity had been selected for the year. It was the ‘must attend’ event for all the rich and powerful in the country. Politicians, athletes, business people, billionaires, they all attended. Mia always spent the day after the ball drooling over all the fashions that hit the white carpet. Everything about the ball was white, including the fashion. White with a splash of accent color depending on the theme.

Tamine’s POV May hit Blackridge Academy with a feverish, glittering intensity. At a normal high school, Prom was a gymnasium decorated with crepe paper and a rented disco ball. At Blackridge, Prom was an arms race. It was held at the grand ballroom of the city’s most exclusive country club. There were rumors of girls flying to Paris for weekend fittings, and guys renting exotic sports cars that cost more than my mother’s entire duplex. For weeks, the hallways were choked with elaborate, cinematic "promposals" involving flash mobs, rented billboards, and even a minor fireworks display on the lacrosse field.

she reassured her. “But this was the only white dress I have and Andrin had Luke get it for me,” she chewed her bottom lip. Vashti stared at her for a minute. As a mother, she didn’t like her children getting upset. Even though they weren’t of the same bloodline, she saw Karrie as family already and was desperate to take away her sadness. Plus, it was her big day! Suddenly, her face lit up like a light bulb. “Don’t you have Luna ceremonies back at Raven Black Pack?” her cheeks stretched out to a wide grin.

I blew a kiss at Poppy before I got into the hall where the prom was taking place. The entire place was flooded with beautiful colourful dresses, perfect hair and perfect makeup. I knew everyone wanted to look their perfect on prom, but there was just something different about it this year. It was like they had put in more effort in how they looked this time, and were grateful about what the pack had gone through and escaped.

Lucas wondered if he can meet up in person this time. Almost all the selected students were expressionless of the festivities, and with their mouths gasped, they quickly scribbled all the important spots. They were like children that were inside a carousel that was free and sightseeing everywhere. The school was so huge that White Day High's castle look had gotten so much stripped down compared to this.

White lantern sets were placed on the tables, an elegant addition to the ambiance of the blue strobe light, illuminating the magical theme. I was lucky to be able to participate in prom, considering I'm only a freshman and a nobody. It pays off having a sister who's not only a senior but cool enough to take her little sister, even when half of the class had asked her to be their date. "You're always looking out for me," I admit to Tarra, as we take a step to be next in line for pictures. She looks absolutely gorgeous in her blush pink, flutter sleeve dress that covers her lengthy legs. Her dark brown hair falls graciously over her chest in loose curls, nude lipstick coats her heart-shaped li

There are white and blue twinkles of spark and d¨¦cor that works perfectly with the winter wonderland theme Candy chose. Walking outside, I come face to face with the beauty of three hot bikers dressed in tuxes. Shane, Max, and Chance stand over on the other side of the yard as they drink a beer and shoot the shit. It took a bit of persuasion, but Candice managed to talk the guys into wearing their suits, with the understanding that were tearing them off as soon as the ceremony was over. I shake my head, trying not to look like a horny teen and focus my attention on everyone here.

"Come in." The door opened, and she stepped in. She wore a white shirt tucked into black trousers. She held her jacket in one hand, and the other was holding her black bag. "Good morning, Mr. Flea. I'm Carrie Wills." She smiled, pushing her hair behind her ear before she stretched her hand in a handshake to him, but Aiden did not say a word or shake her back. He just stood and glared at her. The mark. He saw the mate mark on her neck as she pushed her hair behind her hair.

He continued to follow, slowly, making sure they knew everywhere the Lexus went. Senior prom was everything Camille had hoped it would be. It was a masquerade and she wore a silver mask with blue swirls to complement her shimmering, princess-cut gown. She wasn’t crowned prom queen, but that was fine. After the dance, the real party began at an abandoned, old barn. By this point, she had changed into a short party dress and ditched her heels. She still wore her mask, as did most of the participants. Some people still wore their formal clothes. Tyler had lost the jacket and bow tie, but still wore the black pants and formal shirt, although the top buttons were undone.

Carrie praised after she was done. I was putting on a simple cream coloured dress, nothing too fancy. I had on a few accessories on my ears, neck and wrists. Then there was a veil on my hair, covering down to my shoulders as custom demanded. We were all still mourning, so I didn't want to look too flashy. Moments later, Carrie and Nadine escorted me down the stairs. The ceremony would take place at the pack house ground. Everyone seemed to already be waiting for me. Even Amara was there, standing beside Damien, resting her head on his shoulder. He took it upon himself that she would never be left alone.