I said quietly, “I’d rather wear something made with love than something bought by stealing from kids.”
The hallway went silent.
Carla’s expression changed.
“Get out of my sight,” she snapped.
But I wore the dress anyway.
Noah helped zip the back before we left.
His hands were shaking.
“If one person laughs,” he said, “I’m haunting them.”
That made me laugh.
Carla insisted on coming to prom too.
She said she wanted to “see the disaster in person.”
When we arrived, she stood near the back with her phone ready.
I overheard her whispering to another parent that she couldn’t wait to record my “fashion failure.”
But something strange happened.
People didn’t laugh.
They stared at the dress, but not the way she expected.
“Wait,” one girl said. “Is that denim?”
Another asked, “Where did you buy it?”
