My Stepmom Refused to Give Me Money for a Prom Dress – My Brother Sewed One from Our Late Mom's Jeans Collection

I went upstairs and cried into my pillow.

Carla stood up so fast her chair scraped. “I am keeping this family afloat. You have no idea what things cost.”

“Then why did Dad say the money was ours?”

Her voice went flat. “Because your father was bad with money and bad with boundaries.”

I went upstairs and cried into my pillow like I was 12 again.

I heard Noah lurking outside my door, apparently too scared to say anything.

“And you can make a dress?”

Two nights later, Noah came into my room carrying a stack of old jeans.

Mom’s jeans.

Noah set them on my bed and said, “Do you trust me?”

“With this?”

I looked at the jeans. Then at him. “What are you talking about?”

“I took sewing last year, remember?”

“And you can make a dress?”

We worked when Carla went out or locked herself in her room.

Noah met my eyes. “I can try.” He panicked instantly. “I mean, if you hate the idea, that’s fine. I just thought—”

I grabbed his wrist. “No. I love the idea.”

We worked when Carla went out or locked herself in her room. Noah dragged Mom’s old sewing machine out from the laundry closet and set it up on the kitchen table.

I said, “Bossy.”

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