My Stepmom Refused to Give Me Money for a Prom Dress – My Brother Sewed One from Our Late Mom’s Jeans Collection, and What Happened Next Made Her Jaw Drop
That night ended in a blur. People hugged me. Teachers complimented Ethan. Melissa disappeared before the final dance.
When we got home she was waiting in the kitchen.
“You think you won?” she snapped. “You made me look like a monster.”
“You did that yourself,” I said.
She pointed at Ethan. “And you. Little freak with your sewing project.”
Ethan flinched.
But for the first time in a year, he didn’t stay quiet.
“Don’t call me that,” he said.
She laughed. “Or what?”
His voice shook, but he kept talking.
