My Stepmom Refused to Buy Me a Prom Dress—Then My Brother Used Our Mom’s Old Jeans…

The music.

The photographs.

The moment I’d finally walk into the ballroom wearing the dress my mother had once promised she would help me choose.

But my mother had been gone for years.

And my father was gone too.

By the time my senior prom arrived, the only family I had left in the house was my fifteen-year-old brother, Noah, and the woman who seemed determined to make our lives miserable.

My stepmother, Carla.