I’ll never forget the moment I saw my prom dress destroyed. Black paint streaked across the delicate fabric, turning my dream into a nightmare. And the worst part? I knew exactly who was behind it.
Carol, my stepmom, had always put her daughter Julia first. So when Julia’s wedding was scheduled for the same night as my prom, Carol made sure my dad would choose her. But ruining my dress? That was cruel.
When I confronted her, she shrugged it off. “Prom isn’t that important,” she said. But my dad saw right through her. He refused to abandon me, even as Carol insisted Julia needed him more.
Luckily, my best friend Sarah had a plan. Her aunt, a skilled seamstress, transformed the ruined dress into a masterpiece. And when I arrived at prom, heads turned—not out of pity, but admiration.
Meanwhile, Julia’s wedding descended into chaos. Carol called, frantic, demanding my dad come fix everything. But he stayed by my side, just as he promised.
That night, I learned something important: karma always evens the score. And no amount of sabotage could steal my happiness.
