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

softly.

“Good.”

“I still owe you one dance.”

“You don’t know how.”

“Neither do you.”

“Exactly.”

We walked onto the dance floor together.

We missed every other beat.

We stepped on each other’s shoes.

We laughed harder than either of us had laughed in months.

For the first time since my mother died…

Grief didn’t disappear.

It simply stopped controlling me.

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