“That,” he said, squeezing my shoulder, “is the best prom date choice I’ve ever heard.”
Not everyone agreed.
My stepsister, Brianna, nearly choked on her Starbucks when she found out.
“You’re bringing your mom?” she said, blinking like she’d misheard. “To prom? That’s… actually pathetic.”
I ignored her.
She tried again later, leaning against the kitchen counter, scrolling her phone. “Seriously, what’s she gonna wear? One of her church dresses? You’re gonna embarrass yourself.”
Still ignored her.
Prom day came anyway.
And my mom?
She looked stunning.
Not “trying to be young.” Not flashy. Just… beautiful.
