“Chelsea, which do you like better? Strapless or sweetheart neckline?” she asked.
Before I could answer, Jen popped a grape into her mouth.
“Why ask her? She’ll probably show up in one of her dad’s flannel shirts or some ancient dress.”
I shrugged. “I think both would look great on you. I haven’t really thought about it.”
Lia smiled. “You don’t have a plan? It’s the most important night ever.”
I smiled back—but inside, I was remembering Dad teaching me how to sew, guiding my hands at the machine.
After Mom died, those moments meant everything.
Everything changed after Dad married Camila.
Suddenly, there were two stepsisters—and Camila’s kindness only existed when Dad was home.
Once he left, her smile disappeared. My chores doubled. Lia and Jen began leaving their laundry outside my door.
