I Made My Prom Dress From My Dad’s Army Uniform in His Honor – My Stepmom Teased Me Until a Military Officer Knocked on the Door and Handed Her a Note That Made Her Face Turn Pale

Jen came stomping out in her heels, every step a threat to the tiles. “I didn’t take your stupid lip gloss. Why do you always blame me?”

“Because you always do! Mom, tell her —”

Camila cut in, “Both of you, enough. Chelsea, did you clean up the living room? There are crumbs everywhere.”

“I did it after breakfast,” I said, wishing I could disappear.

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Upstairs, I slipped into my room and shut the door.