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

upstairs knowing I was alone.

From then on I locked my bedroom door.

Two weeks before prom disaster struck.

One tiny fabric rose loosened from the neckline.

I panicked.

Not because it was ruined.

Because my mother had sewn that flower herself.

I couldn’t touch it.

I couldn’t replace it.

I couldn’t risk damaging the last piece of her hands that remained.

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