On the night of her prom, my daughter Luna finally got to wear the dress she'd been imagining since she turned fifteen — pink, poofy, the kind of thing only a madrina could conjure. The year she turned fifteen was the pandemic year, and the quinceañera she'd been picturing since childhood never made it out of her head. So when prom arrived with the theme Enchanted Forest, the dress finally found us, and the celebration we owed her finally had a date. I planned to photograph just Luna. Her first love joined at the last minute, and within a few frames I knew the project had reorganized itself around the two of them — the way teenage love arranges everything in its orbit. El Prom is the quinces Luna almost lost, the prom she got instead, and the strange grace of tulle and tenderness moving down the streets of Calle Ocho, the Miami she grew up in.