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. My hair appointment was booked, my makeup was all set, and my dress was waiting in the closet. It was going to be perfect.

I smiled and headed to my closet to take one last look at my dress before getting ready. I just wanted to admire it, you know? But when I opened the closet door, my heart stopped.

“No… no, no, no!” I gasped.

My beautiful baby blue gown was destroyed. Black paint was splattered all over it, thick streaks of paint covering the fabric. I just stood there, frozen. My mind couldn’t process what I was seeing.

Tears welled up in my eyes. “What… how…?” I whispered.

My hands were shaking as I touched the ruined fabric. It was beyond repair. Everything I had dreamed about for months was gone in an instant. My dream dress. My perfect night.

I ran downstairs, tears streaming down my face. “Carol!” I screamed. “Carol, someone ruined my dress! It’s—it’s covered in paint!”

Carol was sitting in the kitchen, sipping her coffee like nothing was wrong. She didn’t even look surprised when I told her what had happened. She glanced up at me with a bored expression.

“Oh no,” she said, her voice calm and cold. “That’s terrible. Maybe you should be more careful with your things and where you put them.”

I stared at her, my chest tight. “What do you mean, ‘more careful’?” I demanded. “How could this even happen? It was in my closet!”

Carol took another sip of her coffee, completely unfazed. “Maybe it’s a sign,” she said smoothly. “Maybe you weren’t meant to go to prom after all. It’s not the end of the world, you know.”

I blinked, trying to make sense of what she was saying. “A sign?” I repeated, my voice trembling with anger and confusion. “What are you talking about?”

She shrugged, not even bothering to look at me. “Prom’s just a silly dance,” she said casually. “There are more important things in life.”

That’s when it hit me. The way she said it, the look in her eyes—it all started to make sense. She had done it. Carol had ruined my dress on purpose.

I couldn’t speak. I just stood there, shaking, tears still rolling down my cheeks. Carol didn’t care. She went right back to her coffee, acting like nothing had happened.

Just then, the front door opened, and my dad walked in.

“Hey, kiddo! Everything ready for the big night?” he asked, grinning from ear to ear.

But then he saw my face, and his smile faded. “What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

I pointed to the dress, my voice barely a whisper. “Dad… my dress. It’s ruined. It’s covered in paint.”

His face turned red with anger. “What? How did this happen?” He looked at Carol, who was still sitting there, calm as ever.

Carol didn’t miss a beat. “Jack, maybe you should talk to her about her priorities,” she said, her voice dripping with fake concern. “It’s just a dress. Julia’s wedding is today, and she needs you. Prom isn’t that important.”

I stared at her, feeling like I’d been slapped in the face. It was about Julia and her wedding. They’d planned it in a rush, and, as it happened, the date fell on my prom night. Dad had promised he’d be there for me, which clearly didn’t sit well with Carol.

“You did this,” I said, my voice shaking. “You ruined my dress because you want Dad to go to Julia’s wedding instead of my prom.”

Carol finally looked up, her face tight with frustration. “You’re making a big deal out of nothing. Prom is just a silly dance. Julia is getting married—she needs her father there. He should be with her today, not wasting time on your little night.”

My dad’s face turned red. “Are you out of your mind, Carol? I promised her I’d be there. I’m not ditching her for anyone, not even Julia!”

Carol stood up, glaring. “Julia is your daughter, Jack! This is her wedding day, and she needs you. You’re going to let her walk down the aisle alone?”

“And you’re going to ruin her prom night to force me into it?” Dad snapped. “This isn’t a game, Carol. You crossed a line.”

I just stood there, numb. My heart broke as I realized how far Carol was willing to go to push me aside. I had always known she didn’t care much for me, but this was outright cruel. Julia, of course, was the golden child in her eyes. I was always in the background, an afterthought. But Dad wasn’t having it.

“I’m staying with my daughter,” Dad said firmly. “And if you can’t handle that, then that’s your problem.”

Carol’s face hardened, but she didn’t say anything. She just stormed out of the kitchen, leaving me standing there with my ruined dress and a broken heart.

I couldn’t go to prom. Not like this. My dress was destroyed, and I didn’t have a backup plan. I felt completely helpless.

“Call Sarah,” Dad said softly, putting his arm around me. “Tell her what happened. Maybe she can help.”

I nodded, pulling out my phone with trembling hands. Sarah, my best friend, answered on the second ring. “Hey! What’s up? Are you getting ready?”

“No,” I choked out, my voice breaking. “My dress… it’s ruined. Carol—she ruined it. I can’t go to prom, Sarah.”

There was a long pause. Then, Sarah’s voice was hard. “That evil witch. I can’t believe this. Don’t worry, we’ll fix it. I have an idea. Meet me at my aunt’s house in 30 minutes. She used to be a seamstress. Bring the dress.”

“Sarah, it’s completely covered in paint. I don’t think—”

“Trust me,” she interrupted. “Just come.”

We rushed to Sarah’s aunt’s house, the dress in my arms. I wasn’t sure what could be done, but at this point, I had nothing to lose. When we arrived, Sarah’s aunt took one look at the dress and nodded.

“Let’s see what we can do,” she said.

For the next few hours, we worked together. Her aunt sewed, cut, and worked her magic. By the time she was done, my dress was completely transformed. It wasn’t the same baby blue gown I’d fallen in love with, but it was beautiful in a whole new way. She’d added extra fabric to cover the worst of the paint and turned the dress into a stunning off-shoulder piece.

I stared at myself in the mirror, tears in my eyes. “It’s… it’s perfect.”

“You’re going to look amazing at prom,” Sarah said, smiling. “We did it.”

Just as Dad was about to take pictures, my phone buzzed. It was Carol, sounding more panicked than I’d ever heard her.

“Where’s your father?” she demanded. “Julia’s wedding is falling apart! The caterers are late, the flowers never showed up, and Julia’s furious! She’s screaming about how your father isn’t here. He needs to come now!”

I couldn’t help but smile. Karma.

“He’s with me, Carol,” I said coolly. “Like he promised.”

I hung up, turning to my dad, who was already shaking his head. “Julia’s wedding is a mess, huh?”

“Seems like it,” I replied, shrugging. “But that’s not your problem tonight.”

Dad smiled. “Nope. Tonight’s all about you.”

I walked into prom feeling like a queen. After everything, I was here. I had my beautiful, one-of-a-kind dress, my best friend by my side, and my dad’s love and support. As I danced with my friends and laughed the night away, I couldn’t help but think about how things had turned out.

Karma had worked its magic, and I couldn’t have been more grateful.

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