My prom dress stayed untouched while I faced a stage 3 diagnosis—until my date did something at prom that changed my life forever.

I stood in front of my bedroom mirror.

The emerald dress still fit perfectly.

That almost made me cry.

I wrapped a pale silk scarf around my head and adjusted it five different times.

Nothing looked right.

Nothing felt right.

I looked like someone pretending to be herself.

When the doorbell rang, my stomach twisted.

Mom squeezed my shoulder.

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