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

day, Alexis returned home carrying two garment bags.

One for Brianna.

One for me.

Brianna opened hers first.

Her reaction filled the house instantly.

“Mom, it’s perfect! Oh my God, look at it!”

Her dress was ice-blue, expensive, glowing under the light.

She spun in it like the world belonged to her.

Then she came to my room.

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