My Stepmom Refused to Give Me Money for a Prom Dress – My Brother Sewed One from Our Late Mom’s Jeans Collection, and What Happened Next Made Her Jaw Drop

Noah went stiff beside me.

I said, “It’s fine.”

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

Noah’s face went red. “I made it.”

She looked delighted that I had spoken back.

Carla turned to him. “You made it?”

He lifted his chin. “Yeah.”

She smiled the way people do when they want to hurt you slowly. “That explains a lot.”

I took one step forward. “Enough.”

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She looked delighted that I had spoken back. “Oh, this should be fun. You’re going to show up to prom in a dress made out of old jeans like some kind of charity project, and you think people are going to clap?”

Noah helped zip the back. His hands were shaking.

I said, very quietly, “I’d rather wear something made with love than something bought by stealing from kids.”