MHS Seniors Enjoy Glamorous Night at the Prom

Nicole Mastropietro and Tim Stasiak Credits: Tabitha Pearson Marshall
Danielle Smith and Benjamin Robcke Credits: Tabitha Pearson Marshall
Abigail Azadian, Aidan McElroy, Jennifer Mastropietro, Alissa Copeland, Michael Capasso and Alexa Bruzio Credits: Tabitha Pearson Marshall
Greg Matuck, Sam Madalon and Cooper Aquilino
Janet Bauer, Olivia Homolac and Sam Madalon

MAHOPAC, N.Y. .— The Class of 2017 celebrated in style Friday for the annual MHS senior prom with the all students looking fabulous in their tuxes and gowns. The big, glitzy party was held at the Amber Room in Danbury where the teens danced the night away.

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