They say money can’t buy love, but my ex’s new wife thought a $1,000 prom dress could win my daughter’s heart. She mocked me in front of my girl and tried to prove she was better. But in the end, the only thing she walked away with was regret… and everyone saw it.
I’m April, and it has been six years since the divorce papers were signed. My ex-husband Mark moved on quickly. He found himself a shiny new wife named Cassandra who talks like she’s perpetually addressing a board meeting and treats kindness like it’s a limited resource she’s hoarding for special occasions.
Our daughter Lily is 17 now, all limbs and dreams and that particular brand of teenager wisdom that makes you wonder how someone so young can see the world so clearly.
She’s graduating this spring, heading off to college in the fall, and somewhere between algebra homework and her part-time job at the local bookstore, she’d fallen in love with a dress.
“Mom, look at this! It would look lovely… for my prom!” she said one evening, shoving her phone in my face while I was elbow-deep in dinner prep. The screen showed a satin gown with delicate beading that caught the light like scattered stars. It was stunning. It was also $1,000… something I couldn’t afford.
I felt my stomach drop the way it always does when numbers don’t add up in my favor. Two jobs keep the lights on and food in the fridge, but they don’t leave much room for dreams that cost a thousand dollars.
“It’s gorgeous, sweetheart,” I managed, wiping my hands on my apron. “Really beautiful.”
Lily’s face fell just slightly… the way kids’ faces do when they realize their parents are about to disappoint them but they’re trying to be mature about it.
“I know it’s expensive,” she said with a heavy sigh. “I was just… looking.”
That night, after Lily went to bed, I sat at my kitchen table staring at that dress on her phone.
The beading, the way the fabric draped, and the cut of the neckline… I’d seen dresses like this before. My mother had taught me to sew when I was younger than Lily, back when making clothes wasn’t some cute hobby, but just how we got by.