My Stepmom Destroyed My Late Mom’s Prom Dress, Calling It Old and Ugly – But My Dad Put Her in Her Place

Right then, I caught her voice.

“Ah. You discovered the mess.”

Kendall rested against the doorframe, wearing a highly arrogant look. Her tone sounded falsely pleasant. “I cautioned you against acting so hard-headed.”

I rotated my body gradually, my fingers continuing to shake. “You… caused this damage?”

She walked inside the space, observing me as if I were a disgusting sight. “I refused to allow you to embarrass our name. What thoughts were in your head? You intended to arrive, appearing like a dead person from a cheap discount rack.”

“It belonged to Eliana,” I struggled to say. “It represents the final item I possess from her.”

Kendall spun her eyes in annoyance. “Currently, I serve as your mom! Stop this unhealthy focus right now! I provided a completely fresh, expensive dress for you. An item that truly fits into the modern era.”

“I reject your outfit,” I muttered softly.