Carla’s Reaction
The next morning, Carla saw the dress hanging on my door.
“Please tell me you are not serious,” she said, then burst out laughing. “What is that?”
“My prom dress,” I replied.
She laughed harder. “That patchwork mess?”
Noah stepped out of his room, face red.
“I’m wearing it,” I said firmly.
Carla sneered. “If you wear that, the whole school will laugh at you.”
Noah’s voice shook. “I made it.”
She smiled cruelly. “That explains a lot.”
I stepped forward. “Enough. I’d rather wear something made with love than something bought by stealing from kids.”
The hallway went silent. Her eyes changed. “Get out of my sight before I really say what I think.”
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