My Daughter Donated Her Prom Dress To A Struggling Classmate And Wore Her Late Dad’s Suit Instead—Then The Principal Called The Police

tighten.

Calm. Certain. Too grown for her age.

“Your father would be proud of you,” I said softly.

She smiled without looking up.

That was the last normal moment.

Seven days later, the dress arrived.

A pale beige gown hanging inside a protective plastic cover.

Luna stood in front of the mirror barefoot, slowly turning.

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