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

Carla looked between us, smiling with that slow mean smile people use when they’ve found the weak spot.

“If you wear that,” she said, “the whole school will laugh at you.”

Noah went rigid beside me.

“It’s fine,” I said quietly.

“No, actually, it isn’t.” She waved at the dress. “It looks pathetic.”

Noah’s face turned bright red. “I made it.”

That seemed to please her even more.

“You made it?” she asked sweetly. “That explains a lot.”

I took a step forward. “Enough.”