My Stepmom Refused to Pay for My Prom Dress – My Brother Created One from Our Late Mom’s Jeans Collection, and What Happened After Left Her Speechless

She looked almost pleased that I’d argued back.

Carla turned toward him. “You made it?”

He lifted his chin. “Yeah.”

She smiled the way cruel people do when they want the pain to last. “That explains a lot.”

I stepped forward. “Enough.”

Carla looked entertained that I had challenged her. “Oh, this should be entertaining. You’re seriously going to prom in a dress made out of old jeans like some kind of charity case, and you think people will applaud?”

Noah helped zip up the back. His hands trembled.

I said quietly, “I’d rather wear something made with love than something bought by stealing from kids.”