My Stepmom Refused to Give Me Money for a Prom Dress – My Brother Sewed One from Our Late Mom’s Jeans Collection, and What Happened Next Made Her Jaw Drop

She laughed harder. “That patchwork mess?”

Noah came out of his room immediately.

Carla looked between us and said, “Please tell me you are not serious.”

Noah’s face went red.

I said, “I’m wearing it.”

She put a hand over her chest like I had wounded her. “If you wear that, the whole school will laugh at you.”

Noah went stiff beside me.

I said, “It’s fine.”

“No, actually, it’s not fine.” She waved at the dress. “It looks pathetic.”

Noah’s face went red. “I made it.”

She looked delighted that I had spoken back.

Carla turned to him. “You made it?”

He lifted his chin. “Yeah.”

She smiled the way people do when they want to hurt you slowly. “That explains a lot.”

I took one step forward. “Enough.”

She looked delighted that I had spoken back. “Oh, this should be fun. You’re going to show up to prom in a dress made out of old jeans like some kind of charity project, and you think people are going to clap?”

Noah helped zip the back. His hands were shaking.

I said, very quietly, “I’d rather wear something made with love than something bought by stealing from kids.”

The hallway went dead silent.

Her eyes changed.