My Stepmom Refused to Give Me Money for a Prom Dress – My Brother Sewed One from Our Late Mom’s

Then she burst out laughing.

I stepped into the hallway. “My prom dress.”

She laughed harder. “That patchwork mess?”

Noah came out of his room immediately.

Carla looked between us and said, “Please tell me you are not serious.”

I said, “I’m wearing it.”

She put a hand over her chest like I had wounded her. “If you wear that, the whole school will laugh at you.”

Noah went stiff beside me.

I said, “It’s fine.”

“No, actually, it’s not fine.” Carla waved at the dress. “It looks pathetic.”

Noah’s face went red. “I made it.”