My Stepmother Bought Me the Ugliest Prom Dress She Could Find—But By Midnight, She Was Begging Me to Take It Off

asked innocently.

“It’s awful,” Brianna laughed.

Alexis sighed dramatically.

“I spent hours finding that dress. It’s perfect for Emma.”

I stared at her.

“It looks like something from a thrift store.”

Her expression instantly hardened.

“If you can’t appreciate my effort, that’s your problem.”

Dad’s Disappointment

Desperate, I went to find Dad.

He was in the garage continue reading …