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
Then she said, “Get out of my sight before I really say what I think.”
I wore the dress anyway.
Noah helped zip the back. His hands were shaking.
She said she wanted to “see the disaster in person.”
I said, “Hey.”
“What?”
“If one person laughs, I am haunting them.”
That made him smile. “Good.”
She said she wanted to “see the disaster in person.” I overheard her on the phone telling someone, “You have to come early. I need witnesses for this.”
The weird thing was, people didn’t laugh.
At prom check-in, I saw her near the back with her phone already out.
Tessa muttered, “Your stepmom is evil.”
The weird thing was, people didn’t laugh.
They stared, but not in a bad way.
One girl from choir said, “Wait, your dress is denim?”
Another said, “Did you buy that somewhere?”
Then his eyes moved past us and landed on Carla.
A teacher touched her chest and said, “This is beautiful.”
I was still braced for impact, though. I did not believe the room yet. Carla was watching me too hard. Like she was waiting for the exact second it would all collapse.
Then during the student showcase part of the night, the principal stepped up to the microphone.
He did the usual speech. Thanking staff. Telling us to be safe. Announcing awards.
Then his eyes moved past us and landed on Carla.
She actually smiled at first.
His expression changed.
He lowered the mic a little and said, “Can someone zoom the camera toward the back row? Toward that woman there?”
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