On the morning of prom, I discovered my dream dress ruined with black paint. Heartbroken, I confronted my stepmom, Carol, who acted unfazed and hinted it was a “sign” that I shouldn’t go. It quickly became clear she had ruined my dress on purpose to make my dad prioritize her daughter’s wedding over my prom.
Despite everything, my dad stood by me, promising to attend my prom. With the dress destroyed, my best friend Sarah came through, getting it repaired by her aunt, turning it into a stunning new design.
When Carol called, frantic about the wedding falling apart, I couldn’t resist. Karma had come through, and I was ready to enjoy my prom night, feeling like a queen.