The girls at prom laughed the moment they saw my dress. They called it old-fashioned, cheap, even embarrassing. What they didn’t know was that my dying grandmother had sewn every stitch herself. Then I found a hidden note in the lining and suddenly the entire room went silent.’
The afternoon light slanted through the lace curtains of Grandma Evelyn’s sewing room.
I stood very still in front of the tall mirror, afraid that if I moved too quickly, the whole moment w0uld slip away.
Grandma Evelyn knelt at my feet, pinning the hem of the blue dress with trembling fingers.
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