Tears filled her eyes. “It’s the most beautiful dress I’ve ever seen,” she whispered.
That’s when there was a knock at the door.
I opened it and froze. Melissa stood on the porch, perfectly styled, her heels clicking as she stepped inside without waiting for an invitation. She looked polished, confident, untouchable.
“My baby girl!” she cried, wrapping Emma in a sudden embrace.
Emma stood stiffly, stunned.
Melissa swung a garment bag off her shoulder and unzipped it with dramatic flair, revealing a sparkling silver designer gown. She glanced at the handmade blue dress and wrinkled her nose.
“You can’t wear that,” she said casually. “People will laugh. Wear this instead.”
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