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

I burst into tears.

Gary quietly placed one hand on my shoulder.

He didn’t say anything.

He didn’t have to.

Gary and I weren’t dating.

Not exactly.

We’d been chemistry partners for two years.

He was the kind of person who noticed everything.

The kind who remembered how you took your coffee.

The kind who listened more than he spoke.

When prom approached he simply continue reading …