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

like your mother.”

“I hope that’s a good thing.”

She smiled through tears.

“It’s the best thing.”

The principal quietly approached.

“Would you like to go home?”

I looked at the exit.

Then at the dance floor.

Then at my mother’s photograph displayed during the student tribute.

I remembered her final promise.

Don’t disappear.

I smiled.

“No.”

“I’m staying.”

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