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

Then during the student showcase part of the night, the principal stepped up to the microphone.

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He did the usual speech. Thanking staff. Telling us to be safe. Announcing awards.

Then his eyes moved past us and landed on Carla.

She actually smiled at first.

His expression changed.

He lowered the mic a little and said, “Can someone zoom the camera toward the back row? Toward that woman there?”

The cameraman adjusted. The big projection screen lit up with Carla’s face.

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She actually smiled at first. She thought she was about to be part of some cute parent moment.

Then the principal said, slowly, “I know you.”

The room quieted.

I felt every hair on my arms stand up.

Carla laughed nervously. “I’m sorry?”

He stepped off the stage and walked closer, still holding the mic. “You’re Carla.”

She straightened. “Yes. And I think this is inappropriate.”

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He ignored that.

He looked at me. Then at Noah, who had come with Tessa’s mom and was standing near the wall. Then back at Carla.