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

working on his car.

“Dad, please look at the dress Alexis bought me.”

He followed me upstairs and examined it quietly.

For a moment, I hoped he would finally understand.

Instead, he sighed.

“Emma, she tried.”

My heart dropped.

“Dad…”

“It’s only one night. Just wear it. I don’t want another argument.”

I wanted to scream.

Instead, I nodded.

Three more months.

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