My Stepmom Refused to Pay for My Prom Dress – So My Brother Made One From Our Mom’s Old Jeans

gesturing at the dress. “It looks pathetic.”

Noah’s face turned red.

“I made it.”

Carla turned to him slowly.

“You made it?”

He lifted his chin. “Yeah.”

She smiled — the slow, cruel kind.

“That explains a lot.”

I stepped forward.

“Enough.”

Carla looked delighted that I’d spoken back.

“Oh this should be fun,” she said mockingly. “You’re going to show up to prom continue reading …