Prom was supposed to be just another night. For my stepsister, Ashley, it was a fairy tale—$3,000 dress, professional photos, the works. For me? Madison, my stepmom, made it clear I wasn’t invited.
“Prom’s a waste of money,” she said, barely glancing up from her phone.
I should’ve been used to it. Madison had spent years making sure I knew I didn’t belong. But that night, I decided to fight back—not with words, but with a dress.
My grandma, the one person Madison had pushed out of our lives, had kept my mother’s prom gown. It was simple, timeless, and mine. With Gran’s help, we tailored it to fit me perfectly.
Walking into prom, I didn’t care about the stares. But Madison’s reaction? That was worth everything. Her face went pale, her smile froze, and for the first time, she was the one left speechless.
Then they called my name—prom queen.
The best part? Watching my dad finally see the truth. A week later, he left Madison.
Sometimes, the best revenge is just showing up.
