A Warning I Almost Missed
Just weeks before prom, my daughter Emily found her perfect dress. We were glowing — until I saw a note on my car: “Don’t let her go to prom.” I brushed it off, uneasy.
The next day, her date suddenly backed out. Emily was crushed, but I told her the night was still hers.
On prom night, I dropped her off and saw Tom — an old classmate, now a teacher. His smile felt off.
Minutes later, Emily came running. Her dress had been slashed. Then I saw Tom again, smirking. He confessed it all — the note, the breakup, the sabotage — revenge over something I’d forgotten from high school.
Luckily, I’d brought a backup dress. Emily changed, held her head high, and walked in like nothing could stop her.
Tom was removed from the school. Emily danced with joy. The night wasn’t ruined — it was hers to reclaim.
