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

trimmed a loose thread. Carla walked in holding an empty coffee cup and froze.

For several moments, she didn’t say a word.

Then she started laughing.

Not a shocked laugh.

A cruel one.

“What is that?”

Noah stepped between her and the dress. “It’s Lily’s prom gown.”

Carla put her cup down.

“You cannot be serious.”

“I made it.”

Her eyes moved across the skirt.

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