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Chapter Eight

Kay stood in the back and watched as the student body began to enter the hall. Friends met up with friends and found tables to sit at. Soon the hall was full and buzzing with excitement. Walking through the door into the kitchen, she informed the cook that everyone was there, and that he could start serving dinner whenever he was ready.

Exiting the kitchen, she spotted Reese sitting with Miguel, Charity, Beth, Hank, Luis, and Sheridan. Strolling over, she sat in the only open seat.

"Hi Kay." Miguel greeted.

"Hey everyone. Dinner will be starting soon. How are you all liking it?" Kay asked.

"It’s great. I’m having so much fun and it just started!" Charity enthusiastically answered.

"That’s cool." Kay answered. She turned to her right and caught Reese staring at her. She leaned over to him and whispered in his ear, "If you don’t stop staring, someone will notice, and my uncle is at this table."

A light blush crept upon his cheeks as she backed away. Looking around the table, she noted how the only person watching her was her Uncle Hank. He looked at her and shook his head lightly. "Stop it" she mouthed to him. The head waiter announced that dinner was being served, and Kay thanked God for the break.


After dinner, Kay excused herself and went to mingle with the students. The first table she stopped at was full of juniors.

"Hi everyone. How are you enjoying the night so far?" Kay asked.

"It’s great. I love the decorations." Becky Miller answered, her boyfriend Chris’ arm around her.

"I couldn’t agree more. This is really fabulous." Jamie Stevens added.

"Well I’m glad you’re having a good time. Dinner should be cleared in a few moments, and then the dance floor will be open. Have a great time!" Kay commented, before leaving the table and repeating the process at the next few tables. Finally she came to the table that held the "popular" seniors.

"Good evening. How are you all tonight? Enjoying yourselves?" Kay asked as she approached the table.

"I would say so. Isn’t that right, John?" Chantelle Roberts asked her boyfriend John Gilmore, the captain of the football, basketball, and baseball team.

"Uh huh. The best." He answered leaning over and squeezing her.

"Well that’s wonderful, I hope you continue to enjoy yourself this evening." Kay remarked, anxious to leave the table.

"Oh we will! And we’re anxious to hear your song!" Chantelle hollered out. A burst of laughter from the table followed her comment, and Kay walked away, counting to ten silently.

She continued her rounds without anymore embarrassment or rude commenting. She ended up back at her original table just before Chad announced that the dance floor was open. Sitting down, she watched as couples and friends started to mill around.

"So, do you want to dance?" Reese asked, sliding his seat over next to hers.

"Reese, not right now, but later. I just got finished walking the room, so give me a few minutes to relax, okay?" Kay replied.

"Sure. I’ll wait all night if I have to." Reese flashed her a smile that made her knees weak, and she thanked God that she was sitting down. For the first time, she noted how good he looked in his tux. His hair was falling loose on his head, with the mixture of blond and brown hair bringing out his green eyes. His eyes glittered in the now dim lights, and she smiled as a light blush crept upon her face. This definitely would be a night to remember.


"So, where should we go to get the best view of the kids?" Hank asked Beth as they walked around.

"I don’t know what’s wrong with the dance floor." Beth responded.

"Nah, standing in the middle of the dance floor, watching them dance would remind me of our prom. Do you remember Ms. Hawthorne? She was a vulture. I think she split up on couple because they were dancing too close, during a slow song." Hank remarked, causing Beth to burst into a fit of laughter. "What?"

"I didn’t really mean like that, although I do remember her. And the couple was Luis and I for your information. He didn’t like that very much." Beth responded between giggles.

"Some how I knew I knew the couple. Well, if you didn’t mean it like that, then how did you mean it?" He inquired.

"Huh?"

"What did you mean when you said dance floor?" Hank clarified.

"Oh, that. Jeez Hank, talk about cryptic." Beth rolled her eyes.

"You didn’t answer my question." Hank reminded her.

"I thought we could go out there and dance."

"Dance? How would that be performing our chaperonial duties?"

"Well, first off, we can set a good example. Show them how to dance not vulgarly. And, when we’re in the middle, we’re a constant reminder that adults are present. Plus, we get a better view of the area." Beth summed up.

"I guess that makes sense." Hank agreed.

"Thank you. Now c’mon." Beth grabbed his hand and leaded the way to the dance floor. Hank felt his heart flutter and his body temperature rise. Calm down he told himself, she’s just doing this to be a good chaperone. Good why does her being a good chaperone cause me so much trouble. She’s so beautiful, and intelligent. Torture must be her middle name.

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