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

what I kept telling myself.

Three more months.

A Night of Humiliation

Prom night arrived.

Standing in front of the mirror, I could barely look at myself.

Alexis drove us to the school.

Brianna spent the ride taking selfies.

Alexis hummed softly.

It was a satisfied sound.

The sound of someone whose plan was working perfectly.

When we arrived, Brianna stepped continue reading …