I’d worked so hard—saved money from babysitting, picked out a gorgeous violet dress (my late mom’s favorite color), and booked a fancy salon appointment to get my hair done. I wanted the night to be perfect. But my stepmother, Carla, had other plans.
She’s never liked me much, and on the day of prom, she did something awful—she canceled my hair appointment and took the slot for herself. I showed up to the salon and found out my name had been removed… and there she was,
sitting in the chair, getting pampered. She smirked at me like she’d won. I went home devastated, locked myself in my room, and cried. My dream night was falling apart. But then—something incredible happened. A limo pulled up outside our house. At first, I thought it was a mistake. But then the driver handed a card to my dad,
