Ash’s POV

“I can’t believe my little man is going to prom and with the preacher’s daughter no less!”

I don’t think I’ve ever seen Mom so happy. She tightened my bowtie, a tacky navy affair that clashed horribly with the powdery lavender suit she had tackled me into. I looked like a rejected off-color version of the Little Prince. There was no talking her out of allowing me to switch suits to the burnt orange jacket and cream pants ...