A Prom Worth Remembering

Before the inquiries about the night from either became any more in depth, I stood up to go my room for some badly needed sleep. I stopped at the door to the hall and turned to put in one final comment though. "Oh Mom. Make sure you put some pictures of the limo and the driver in the scrapbook, too. I want to be able to remember everything about that prom."

For some reason, as sleep finally took me to dreamland, the only memories about the prom that were in my mind...and probably would be in the future...were being driven by the smell of pine trees, leather seats, and Drew's cologne.