My Stepmom Laughed at the Prom Dress My Brother Sewed From Our Late Mom’s Jeans — By the End of the Night, the Whole School Knew the Truth

Then she burst out laughing.

“What is that?”

“My prom dress,” I said.

“That patchwork mess?” she said.

Noah stepped into the hallway.

“I made it.”

She looked at him slowly.

“You made it?”

He lifted his chin.

“Yeah.”

She smiled in that slow, cruel way she had.

“That explains a lot.”

I stepped forward.

“Enough.”