My Stepmother Bought Me The Worst Dress She Could Find For Prom—But By The End Of The Night, She Was Crying And Begging Me To Take It Off

look at Emma,” Brianna called out loudly.

“Did someone lose a bet tonight?”

Laughter followed immediately.

“It looks like a costume shop!”

“Maybe Halloween clearance!”

The words hit like physical weight.

I walked forward anyway.

Because stopping would mean accepting it fully.

But the humiliation followed me anyway.

I retreated to the corner.

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