La Boum Review

At some point, Clara caught her eye from across the room and gave her a huge, knowing thumbs-up.

Sophie almost hugged him. Instead, she nodded, trying to look bored, and ran to her room to call Clara. The night of La Boum , the world felt different. The streetlights seemed softer. The air smelled of autumn leaves and possibility. Sophie wore a red dress—the one her grandmother had sent from Lyon, saying, “For when you feel brave.” Clara had done her eyeliner in two perfect wings. La Boum

“Adrien?” her mother asked.

Adrien. The boy with the broken front tooth and the laugh that filled the school hallway like spilled sunlight. At some point, Clara caught her eye from

“Just a classmate,” Sophie said. “Big party. Music. Dancing.” The night of La Boum , the world felt different

“You came,” he said. His voice was lower than she remembered. He was holding a bottle of grenadine.