At 17, all I wanted was one perfect prom night. I saved every penny from babysitting, picked out a violet dress in honor of my late mom, and booked a salon appointment to feel truly special. But on the day of prom, my stepmother Carla—never one for kindness—canceled my appointment and took it for herself. Her smirk as she sat in the stylist’s chair said it all. My dream crumbled. I locked myself in my room and cried.
Then came the twist. A limo pulled up outside. The driver handed a card to my dad, and he gave it to me. It read: “To my beautiful sister Emily. I know things have been tough, but you deserve the best prom night ever. I’ve been saving all my birthday and Christmas money for this. Love, Mason.”
Mason—my 11-year-old stepbrother. He’d overheard Carla’s sabotage and took action. He “borrowed” her necklace fund, convinced our neighbor to lend a limo, and recruited the friendly stylist from across the street. In twenty minutes, I went from broken-hearted to radiant.
When Carla saw me stepping into the limo, her stunned face was unforgettable.
Prom was magic. I laughed, danced, and felt beautiful—like my mom was right there with me. And it was all because a little boy with a fierce heart believed I deserved better.
Never underestimate love… or an 11-year-old on a mission.
