Seven years ago, my mom passed away from pneumonia. Before I knew it, my dad was seeing Carla, and a year later, he married her.
“Your father doesn’t waste any time, does he?” my aunt sniffed on their wedding day.
Living with my new step-brother, Mason, and Carla was fine at first, but Carla’s passive-aggressive jabs soon started piling up. I remember once I caught her staring at me.
“You look too much like your mother, Emily,” she said. “No wonder your father gives Mason more attention.”
I sighed and ignored her, trying not to let her words get to me.
My dad, of course, didn’t notice a thing. And she loved being able to taunt me without any repercussions.
Fast forward to prom season. I’d saved my babysitting money for months to buy a gorgeous violet dress. It reminded me of Mom because violet was her favorite color.
Prom was going to be my night. I just knew it. I’d even booked a hair appointment at a fancy salon. Everything was set. But then the big day came, and Carla ruined it.
When I got to the salon, the receptionist told me my appointment was canceled.
“I didn’t cancel!” I exclaimed. “Why would I? Prom is this evening!”
“Calm down, honey,” the receptionist said. She went to get the hairdresser, who looked very uncomfortable when they returned.
“I got a call earlier today to cancel your appointment, Emily,” she told me. “I assumed it was your Mom?”
My heart dropped. I was still processing everything when I looked over and saw her.
Carla! Sitting there, getting her hair done. Of course. Carla had canceled my appointment.
I ran out of the salon, my head spinning. My perfect prom was falling apart around me.
When I got home, I locked myself in my room. Tears poured down my face as I tried to style my hair, but nothing looked good.
I stared at my dress, feeling like an idiot for telling Carla my plans in passing.
I wasn’t even sure I wanted to go to prom anymore. What was the point? I was already upset and didn’t feel like anything good could come from this.
Suddenly, I heard honking outside. I dragged myself to the window, expecting to see a commotion on the road. But when I looked out, my jaw dropped.
A glossy black limousine was parked in front of our house.
There was no way that the car was for me. My friends’ parents had said no when we first discussed hiring a limo. Nevertheless, I ran downstairs.
When I reached the doorway, the driver stepped out and approached our front door. My dad, who had been as clueless as ever during all this, stood on our porch looking confused.
“I’m here for Miss Emily, sir,” the driver said, holding out a small card.
Miss Emily? Me? I hesitantly took the card and opened it. Inside, written in neat handwriting, were the words:
To my beautiful sister, Emily. I know you’ve had a rough time lately, but you deserve the best night ever! Enjoy the limo, and don’t worry about a thing. I’ve been saving all my birthday and Christmas money.
Have a magical night, sis.
Love, Mason.
Mason? My 11-year-old stepbrother did this?
I burst into tears again, but this time from pure shock and gratitude. I ran upstairs to find Mason in his room, grinning like he’d just pulled off the ultimate prank.
“I heard Mom on the phone this morning,” he said, shrugging like this wasn’t a big deal. “Canceling your appointment wasn’t fair at all.”
“But did you really use your money?” I asked him, feeling horrible.
“Not really,” he grinned. “See, Mom has been saving to buy some fancy necklace. After she left this morning, I took some money from her stash and went to Mr. Johnson next door. He owns the limo company, remember?”
But Mason didn’t stop there.
“There’s more, Em,” he said. “Mrs. Evans, from across the road? Her daughter is a stylist at the mall. She’s coming here to do your hair and makeup soon.”
Just as the words left his mouth, the doorbell rang.
“That should be her!” Mason said. “Go wash your face. I’ll send her up.”
Twenty minutes later, I looked like a princess. I just wished my mom was around to fuss over me. I wanted a hug from her more than anything.
When Carla drove into our driveway, I was already outside, stepping into the limo like a movie star.
Her jaw dropped.
“Richard? Did you do this?” I heard her shriek to my father before the driver closed the door.
Prom was everything I had hoped for. When I arrived at the hall in the limo, heads turned. I was glowing, and I knew it. For the first time in a long time, I felt like my mom was right there with me.
The whole night was pure magic.
As for Carla, I hope she learned a lesson. You can’t mess with someone’s joy and get away with it… especially if your son is going to save the day!