My Stepmom Refused to Give Me Money for a Prom Dress – My Brother Sewed One from Our Late Mom's Jeans Collection

Then she made one last mistake.

Noah froze.

An art teacher near the front called out, “Young man, you have a gift.”

Someone else shouted, “That dress is incredible.”

I looked into the crowd and saw Carla still holding up her phone. Except now it was useless. She wasn’t recording my humiliation. She was standing in the middle of her own.

Then she made one last mistake.

I don’t remember leaving the stage.

She yelled, “Everything in that house belongs to me, anyway.”

The room went dead.

The attorney spoke before anyone else could. “No. It does not.”

Carla looked around like she was finally realizing there was nowhere to hide.

I don’t remember leaving the stage. I remember Noah beside me. I remember crying. I remember people touching my arm and saying kind things. I remember Carla disappearing before the final dance.

Then, for the first time in a year, he didn’t go quiet.

Eventually, prom came to an end, and I went home exhausted. When we got home, she was waiting in the kitchen.

“You think you won?” she snapped the second we walked in. “You made me look like a monster.”

I said, “You did that yourself.”

She pointed at Noah. “And you. Little sneaky freak with your sewing project.”

Noah flinched.

Then, for the first time in a year, he didn’t go quiet.

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