My Stepmom Copied the Prom Dress My Late Mom Made for Me—She Never Expected 200 People to Turn Against Her

garment bag hung open.

She jumped when she saw me.

“Oh.”

“You scared me.”

“What are you doing?”

“I was checking for moths.”

“In my closet?”

“I was helping.”

“Put it down.”

Her eyes drifted over the dress.

“It’s prettier than I remembered.”

“You’ve seen it?”

“Years ago.”

“You weren’t supposed to.”

She laughed lightly.

“It’s only fabric.”

“No.”

“It isn’t.”

She stepped continue reading …