Karma at Prom: How My Ruined Dress Turned Into the Perfect Night
Prom was supposed to be my magical night. I had spent months saving for a dreamy baby blue gown, the kind that made me feel like a princess. But when I opened my closet on prom morning, my heart shattered — my dress was drenched in black paint.
Tears streaming, I rushed downstairs. My stepmom, Carol, sat sipping coffee like nothing happened. Her cold response — “Maybe you weren’t meant to go” — told me everything. She had sabotaged me so my dad would choose Julia’s rushed wedding over my prom.
But Dad didn’t take her side. He stood firm: “I promised my daughter I’d be there.” That was the first glimmer of hope. The second came from my best friend, Sarah. She whisked me to her aunt, a former seamstress, who worked magic on my ruined gown. By evening, I had a completely transformed, one-of-a-kind dress that somehow felt even more special.
Just as I was about to leave, Carol called in a panic — Julia’s wedding was falling apart without Dad. Karma had struck, and for once, the universe was on my side.
That night, I walked into prom not just in a beautiful gown, but with a stronger sense of love, friendship, and justice. Carol tried to break me, but I danced my heart out anyway.
