“Prom dresses are a ridiculous waste of money.”
My stepmom didn’t even look up from her phone when she said it.
I stood there in the kitchen, gripping the school flyer like it might fall apart in my hands. I had rehearsed that conversation all afternoon, building up just enough courage to ask. Prom was coming fast, and the deadline to prepare was even faster.
“My mom left money for things like this,” I said quietly.
Carla let out a short laugh—sharp and dismissive.
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