Divorce reshaped my world, but Cassandra—my ex’s new wife—tested it in ways I never expected. I’m April, a single mom to 17-year-old Lily. When Lily fell in love with a $1,000 prom dress, my heart sank.
“It’s okay,” Lily said quickly, but her disappointment lingered. That night, I recalled my mother’s lessons—needle in hand, making something from nothing. So, I offered: “What if I make it?”
Skeptical but hopeful, Lily agreed. We chose fabric, measured, and sewed for weeks. When she twirled in the finished dress, her joy was worth every sleepless night.
Then Cassandra arrived with the “dream” dress. Lily thanked her but wore ours to prom. Cassandra’s outrage was quiet but clear. Lily’s online post said it all: “My mom’s love made this.”
Cassandra demanded repayment. Lily replied: “Some things aren’t for sale.”
Now, that dress symbolizes what matters—not money, but the hands that crafted it with love.
