Prom was supposed to be perfect. I had the dress, the plans, the excitement. But when I found my baby blue gown splattered in black paint, my heart shattered. Someone had ruined it—and I had a strong suspicion who.
My stepmom, Carol, had never been warm toward me. And with her daughter Julia’s wedding happening the same night as my prom, she made it clear where she thought my dad should be. But sabotaging my dress? That was low.
When I confronted her, she barely reacted. “It’s just a dance,” she said dismissively. But my dad was furious. He refused to let her manipulation win.
With help from my best friend and her seamstress aunt, we salvaged the dress, turning it into something even more stunning. And as I walked into prom that night, I felt triumphant.
Meanwhile, chaos erupted at Julia’s wedding—late vendors, missing flowers, and a bride in meltdown mode. Carol begged my dad to come fix it, but he stayed with me.
Karma had spoken. And as I danced under the glittering lights, I knew—no one could take this night from me.
