Edie's father has just crashed into the milk float and the street is awash, but sixteen year old Edie only has eyes for the postman and the white envelope with her name on it that he's about to deliver.
It's a letter from Ricky, and with it the course of her life is about to change.
On the day of the party, Edie spend hours getting ready.
She paints her nails, puts her hair up, applies eye shadow, mascara, and lipstick.
She looks like a princess, but the evening doesn't quite go according to plan - until the very last dance.