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
“I’m wearing it,” I said.
She placed a hand on her chest dramatically. “If you show up at prom wearing that, the entire school will laugh at you.”
Ethan stiffened beside me.
“It’s fine,” I said quietly.
“No, it’s not,” she snapped, waving toward the dress. “It looks pathetic.”
“I made it,” Ethan said suddenly.
Melissa turned to him slowly.
“You made it?”
He lifted his chin. “Yeah.”
She smiled in that slow, cruel way people do when they want to hurt you.
“Well,” she said, “that explains everything.”
“Enough,” I said.
Melissa leaned against the wall like she was enjoying a show.
