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

mother’s prom dress.”

The world stopped moving.

She explained everything.

The stitching.

The history.

The memory.

And suddenly, the attic.

The footsteps.

The missing bags.

It all connected.

Like something snapping into place.

I walked across the gym.

Straight to Alexis.

“Where is the money my dad gave you for my dress?”

Her smile faltered.

“You’re wearing it.”

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