When my daughter Lily fell in love with a prom dress far beyond our budget, I promised her something even more meaningful: I would make one myself. Between two jobs and late-night sewing, we worked together on a gown that reflected her style and spirit. It wasn’t just about saving money—it was about love, time, and tradition passed down from my mother.
The night before prom, my ex’s wife Cassandra arrived unexpectedly, holding the exact designer dress Lily once admired. She hoped to impress Lily—and overshadow me. But Lily surprised everyone. With quiet confidence, she chose the handmade dress we created together, recognizing the love behind every stitch rather than being swayed by a price tag.