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

“Alexis.”

Her smile disappeared.

“Where’s the money my father gave you for my dress?”

The room fell silent.

“Emma, you’re wearing your dress.”

“No. I’m wearing my mother’s dress.”

Whispers spread through the crowd.

“You lied to Dad.”

Alexis’s face turned pale.

“You told him you bought this. But you took it from our attic.”

Parents began looking at her in disbelief.continue reading …