My grandfather stitched my prom dress just five days before he passed away — my classmates mocked me, until the most popular boy in school stepped in and taught them a lesson.

blue dress brushing softly against my knees. String lights glittered from the ceiling, and the whole place smelled of hairspray and cheap punch. I kept my eyes on the floor and told myself I only had to make it through one song for Grandpa.

Then I heard her voice.

“Oh my God, look!”

Lorraine stood near the drink table in a shimmery champagne gown that continue reading …