My Stepmom Stole My Prom Dreams — Then an Unexpected Visitor Made Them Come True
In my small town, everyone knows everything. I’m seventeen, working at CVS, saving every tip in a red Folgers can under my bed—my “prom dress fund.” It wasn’t just money; it was sparkle, a promise to myself and to my mom, who died when I was twelve. When Dad remarried, Linda and her daughter Hailey…