When I opened my closet on prom morning, my heart shattered — my dream baby blue gown was ruined, splattered with black paint. My stepmom Carol sipped her coffee calmly, pretending it was nothing. That’s when I realized: she did it on purpose, just to force my dad to choose Julia’s rushed wedding over my prom.

But Dad stood firm. “I promised my daughter. I’m not leaving her.” Carol stormed out, and with my best friend’s help — and her aunt’s sewing magic — my ruined dress was transformed into something even more stunning.

That night, as I twirled under the prom lights, Carol’s frantic call came through: Julia’s wedding was falling apart. Caterers missing, flowers late, chaos everywhere. I smiled. Karma had taken care of everything.