When I found my dream prom dress destroyed by black paint, I thought everything was lost. Little did I know, karma was waiting in the wings, ready to turn the cruel plan upside down and ruin the day some people tried to make perfect at my expense. I was 18, a senior in high school, and prom was all I could think about. I was supposed to dance with my friends, wear the perfect dress, and make memories. After months of saving, I finally bought the most beautiful baby blue gown. It was everything I’d ever dreamed of — elegant and classic, making me feel like a princess. My dad was just as excited as I was. The only bitter moment was that my mom wouldn’t be there to see me. She had passed away years ago, and since then, it had just been me, Dad, and my stepmom, Carol.
Now, Carol was… well, she was complicated. She married my dad when I was 14, and let’s just say we weren’t close. We didn’t argue much, but we didn’t talk much either. She always seemed to have other things on her mind, especially when it came to her daughter, Julia. She was older, already out of the house when Carol married my dad. We barely spoke, but have always been civil with each other.So, I never expected what happened next. The morning of prom, I jumped out of bed, my heart racing with excitement.
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