My Stepmom Refused to Give Me Money for a Prom Dress – My Brother Sewed One from Our Late Mom’s Jeans Collection, and What Happened Next Made Her Jaw Drop

She pointed at Noah. “And you. Little sneaky freak with your sewing project.”

Noah flinched.

Then, for the first time in a year, he didn’t go quiet.

She opened her mouth, but he talked over her.

He stepped in front of me and said, “Don’t call me that.”

She laughed. “Or what?”

His voice shook, but he kept going. “Or nothing. That’s the point. You always do this because you think nobody will stop you.”

She opened her mouth, but he talked over her.

“You mocked everything. You mocked Mom. You mocked Dad. You mocked me for sewing. You mocked her for wanting one normal night. You take and take and then act offended when anyone notices.”

A knock hit the front door before she could answer.

I had never heard him talk like that.

Carla looked at me. “Are you going to let him speak to me this way?”

I said, “Yes.”

A knock hit the front door before she could answer.