“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Lucas asks me again, for the tenth time.

“Lucas, I love you, you’re smothering me,” I look over at Lucas and smile at him. I’m feeling a lot stronger today. I am actually looking forward to the Ball.

“Sorry,” Lucas mumbles. “I don’t need a grand entrance either. I could just walk in with you,” Lucas tries again but I wave off his offer. I know it is proper for him to be announced and be the focus when he enters. That ...