I Chose to Wear My Grandma’s Prom Dress in Her Honor – But the Tailor Gave Me a Note Hidden in the Hem That Revealed She Lied to Me My Whole Life
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“That’s a weird way to put it.”
“Is it?” Mr. Chen adjusted the fabric, checking the length. “You live in her house now?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s a lot to take on at your age.”
“I’ll manage,” I said quickly.
His fingers suddenly stopped. “Hold on.”
My heart skipped a beat. “What?”
“Hold on.”
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“There’s something in the hem. That shouldn’t be there.”
I stood up immediately. “What do you mean?”
Mr. Chen carefully turned the fabric inside out, working with precise, practiced movements. “Sometimes people hide things in clothing. Especially items they don’t want found easily.”
“That’s not funny,” I said.
“I’m not joking.”
Mr. Chen reached into the seam and gently pulled a small folded piece of paper. Yellowed with age.
“There’s something in the hem.”
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