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Finally it was the night of Senior Prom--the night Blair had waited for through four years of high school and everything was perfect. Kyle gave her a bouquet of pink and orange Gerbera Daisies because she didn’t want a corsage. Her rose colored ball gown caught the fading rays of the sun.
“Here, Babe, let me get that for you.” Kyle opened the door of his midnight blue mustang and held it for Blair to get in. Then he closed the door and walked around. He slid into the car and started it up. Sinatra’s voice filled the car with the strains of “I’ve Got You Under My Skin.”
“So, where are we going for dinner? You’ve been really secretive this last week.”
“Oh, I made reservations. You’ll see.” Kyle smiled at her and shifted into gear.
Reservations? Kyle is so not the reservations type, Blair thought as she nervously nibbled the inside corner of her lip. How do I fake being delighted?
Kyle turned onto the strip where all the touristy places were—the places where all their friends would be tonight. Blair relaxed and settled into the rhythm of the music. She looked around but nothing gave her a clue about where they were going. She grinned flirtatiously, “Hey, Kyle, can I have three guesses? Will you tell me if I get it right?”
“Sorry, you’re never going to guess.”
“But what if I do?”
“You won’t.”
“But what if. . .”
“Blair, just trust me. I promise you’ll like it.”
“Fine,” Blair huffed. This wasn’t what she’d bargained for. She’d expected fine Italian food, maybe a double date with some of their friends, and a chance to feel like a princess for one night.
Kyle turned the mustang towards the beachfront and pulled into a parking spot at the park by the pier.
“The pier? Kyle, what’s going on,” she asked suspiciously.
“Close your eyes and no peeking” he whispered.
“Yes sir.” She muttered, giving a salute.
Kyle got out and walked around to her side and helped her out of the car. “Careful, just like that.” He held her by the shoulder and led her forward.
“Please, Kyle. I don’t want to fall in my dress,” her voice trembled as she spoke.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got you. Okay, open them.”
Blair opened her eyes and looked around. Two tin foil covered plates, two goblets, and a bottle of sparkling cider sat on a picnic table underneath the live oak trees with their sweeping Spanish moss. “Kyle, how . . .” her voice trailed off to a whisper.
“Your mom helped. She went to Lucia’s and brought the food here. I hope Chicken Alfredo is fine with you.”
“Kyle, it’s wonderful!” Blair started to cry. How could she have doubted that this incredible guy would have planned something special?
Kyle pulled her into a gentle hug. “Hey now, none of that. This is Senior Prom. You’re not showing up looking like a raccoon.” Kyle laughed gently and handed her a Kleenex out of his pocket. “Your dad said you’d do this, so he handed me these.”
The two sat at the table and Kyle reached for her hand. They bowed their heads and he began to pray. “Father, thank you for this food and for this special night. And thank you for Blair who is such an encouragement to me. I pray that she will have the wisdom to know your will, the courage to do it, and the strength to stand by it. Amen and amen.”
Blair looked up to see him reaching into his pocket. He pulled out a slender box wrapped in silver paper. “I got this for you.”
She slowly unwrapped the gift and opened a box that held a silver bracelet with a single charm. A flat disc read “Psalm 138:8.” She looked at Kyle with a question in her eyes.
“I found this verse a few weeks ago, and it made me think of you. The first part says ‘The Lord will fulfill His purpose for me.’ We’re both going to college in the fall, and I want you to know that no matter what happens to ‘us,’ I believe in you. I wanted to give you something tonight to remind you that your dreams are from God, and He won’t let you down. So don’t be afraid to dream.”
"Kyle, thank you.” She held out her wrist and he clamped the bracelet onto it.
"Now, lets eat!”
*scripture taken from the NIV*
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