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// Formal & Companion 
// Story: Lemon Sorbet 
// by Annuska 
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	“You’re absolutely sure about this?” she’d asked, pensively eyeing the prom ticket in her hand.

“More than absolutely, silly!” her girlfriend bouncily replied.

“Like, super absolutely?” she’d repeated some days later, tilting her head at the mid-length mahogany dress’ reflection in the mirror.

“Well, duh, super absolutely!” her girlfriend exclaimed, holding the dress up to her shoulders.

“But people still talk,” she’d said with hesitation the following week, sorting through hairstyle photos with her roommates.

“People can say a lot of things that mean nothing,” her girlfriend reassured, practically smiling through the phone.

“Things that mean nothing?” she repeated the night of the dance, running the eighth-note charm of her necklace along its silver chain around her neck.

“People can talk all they want,” her girlfriend said, pulling her hand away from the pendant and into her own. “But why should I listen to them when I could be dancing with you instead? And anyway, you look amazing!”

And with that, Sonata’s worries dissolved and she smiled and took Pinkie’s other hand and whispered, “So do you.”





“So . . .” Pinkie let Sonata’s hands down slowly, taking two steps back to give herself room to offer Sonata a bow and her upturned hand. “May I have this dance?”

Sonata giggled and nodded, resting her hand in Pinkie’s once again and allowing herself to be swept off to the dance floor. And when the catchy, upbeat songs they always danced to together in Sugarcube Corner played, the two of them emanated more energy than any other couple or group in the room; and when their friends joined them, they traded off partners and laughed at the swapping; and when an old, dreamy tune drifted from the speakers, they held close, and Sonata allowed Pinkie the lead.

“Are you sure yet?” Pinkie asked softly, swaying her gently.

“More than absolutely,” Sonata replied, lying her head against Pinkie’s chest. “Like, super absolutely.”