My little brother secretly used Mom’s old jeans to sew me a prom dress. Carla laughed at it and called it a mess, but I chose to wear it because it had been made with love.
At prom, everyone admired the dress. Then a lawyer connected to Mom’s estate revealed that Carla did not own the children’s money and that concerns about the trust had already been raised.
Soon, Noah and I moved in with our aunt while the finances were reviewed, and Carla lost control of the money. Noah was later accepted into a design program, and the dress that Carla mocked became the symbol of everything she failed to understand.
