But I wore it anyway.
Because Noah made it.
Because every piece came from Mom.
Carla even attended prom with her phone ready, eager to film my “fashion disaster.”
Then I stepped onto the stage.
The music stopped.
The principal walked toward Carla.
He took the microphone, nodded to the cameraman, and said:
“Zoom in on THIS woman. Because I think I know her…” 
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