Prom night wasn’t something I was excited about.
I just wanted to get through it.
Smile when I had to. Stay quiet. Go home.
That was the plan.
But everything changed the moment I walked down the stairs.
I was wearing a dress I had made myself.
Not from something new.
From my father’s old army uniform.
It wasn’t perfect.
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