My Stepmother Ridiculed the Prom Dress My Younger Brother Created from Our Late Mom’s Jeans—But Karma Had Something Else in Store

perfectly, and the denim flower looked like a rose sculpted from midnight-blue fabric.

“It’s incredible,” I whispered.

Noah rubbed the back of his neck. “You don’t have to wear it just because I made it.”

I turned to him.

“I’m wearing it.”

Part 3: Carla’s Warning

Carla found the dress on the morning of prom.

Noah had placed it in the laundry room while he continue reading …