When does it dawn on her, that he's not coming back? She tugs at anxiously at her pretty green dress, the one she very nearly couldn't afford. Dante stood her up. At prom.
"Piper," someone says, placing a warm hand on her elbow. She looks up, and sees it's Theo. Her mood plummets even further, and she wrestles her arm out of his grip. "Piper, are you okay?"
"Leave me alone," she spits, stalking away from him. She's going to find Dante. He lost track of time (and track of cigarettes, of course). She finds the door Dante left through, and slips through. Dante's there, of course, his arm slung around pretty blonde Aubrey. They disconnect their faces long enough for them to get into a taxi, the yellow light of the car angelic on their perfect faces. Dante doesn't see her. Did he ever? Tears are in her eyes- angry tears, wretched tears, salt and scorn. She takes off her shoe and throws it at the taxi as it drives away, and Piper ignores how horribly she misses.
The sound of the door behind her startles her, and she hastens to wipe the tears from her face, three commonplace words, and four very rude ones, brimming on her tongue. "Shit, Piper, are you okay?" Theo asks again. And she nearly says those words, very nearly. But she doesn't. She cries all over his nice tuxedo jacket instead, the one he can afford to replace ten times over.