No, I'm sorry.
I've spent the past two weeks
writing that stupid valedictorian speech
that I didn't even wanna give in the first place.
Honey, the circumstances have changed
since you started that speech.
I know. It went from a pity-toss to a humiliation-hurl.
Please, stop focusing on what you don't have
and focus on the fact that you're here
and you have four dear friends to celebrate with.
That barn is not big enough for us, our dates
and our poufy dresses.
You'll open a window.
That's what she said?
Oh, no. There was more.
She said something about hanging twinkly lights
on Melissa's shower curtain.
But by that time, I was already halfway up the stairs.
I guess it could be worse.
Ali, are you okay?
Yeah, I'm fine.
Even if we went to the real prom
who would we hang out with besides each other?
Everyone would just stare at us like we were in some fishbowl.
And we wouldn't be safe.
We already know that Charles has some twisted thing for formals.