made me laugh.
Carla insisted on coming to prom too.
She said she wanted to “see the disaster in person.”
When we arrived, she stood near the back with her phone ready.
I overheard her whispering to another parent that she couldn’t wait to record my “fashion failure.”
But something strange happened.
People didn’t laugh.
They stared at the dress, but not the way she expected.
“Wait,” one girl said. “Is that denim?”
Another asked, “Where did you buy it?”
A teacher walked up and touched one of the panels.
