A Woman Cuts Up Her Stepdaughter’s Prom Dress – Her Dad Defends Her And Reprimands His Wife.

Eva, Maria’s stepmother, ruins her prom dress in jealousy. Maria’s dad intervenes, condemns Eva’s actions, and decides to end the marriage. Despite the setback, Maria’s dad supports her, ensuring she has a new dress for prom.

Eva became the evil stepmother a week before my last school dance, which was my prom. After he and my mom broke up six years ago, my dad married Eva. Eva brought her daughter Olivia with her when she moved in.

“You and Olivia are the same age,” my dad told me. “I think you two will get along well.” I told them, “I don’t think so.” “She’s barely said a word to me.” “Maria,” Mom said. “Give it time.”

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Eva put Olivia in my school because it was closer to home, and she thought it would help us get to know each other better.

Eva tried to be a good stepmother at first. She even wanted to include me in her and Olivia’s nail visits. But as we got older, they grew closer and closer, cutting me off totally.

“Maybe Olivia’s just going through something,” my dad said as we ate ice cream, and I told him the truth. “Maybe she just needs extra time with her mom.”

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Even though Eva called me her daughter, I wouldn’t be her daughter. I learned to live with it. Then, we were in our last year of school, and prom quickly became the most anticipated event on everyone’s calendar.

I didn’t want to tell my dad this, but I was excited about prom. Caleb and I were finally dating, and I knew it would be a great day. Plus, I knew I had to work for my dream dress, even though my dad would pay for it.

I told myself, “If Dad buys yours, he has to buy Olivia’s too.” I worked extra hours at the diner because I needed the money for my dress. A few weeks before prom, I put babysitting on my plan.

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I finally had enough for my dream dress. Dad took me to the shop and was nice while I tried it. He smiled at me when I walked out. “Oh, Maria,” he wrote. “You look beautiful, darling.”

He did everything I asked of him. “Are you sure you want to pay for it yourself?” Dad wanted to know when we got to the register. “Because I’ll do it in a heartbeat.”

I said no and paid for the dress. I smiled and said, “But you can buy me a waffle.” Then, my dream turned into a broken image. After working at the diner for a few hours, I came home. Olivia and Eva were wiping down my grandmother’s silver teapot in the living room.

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With parts of my dress. I screamed. “Honey,” Eva asked, looking worried. “What’s wrong?” “That’s my dress!” I said as I picked up a piece. “Oh!” Eva screamed. “It was your prom dress?”

“You did this?” I asked, but I couldn’t breathe right. “Well, yes,” Eva shrugged. “Of course, I thought I was cutting up an old dress.” It didn’t look good enough for prom. I thought using it to clean the windows and silver would be good.”

It was too much for me to handle. When I started to cry, the tears fell quickly onto my clothes. Dad’s heavy footsteps could be heard somewhere in the house, but Eva didn’t hear them.

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Because she got up and walked toward me. “Now, now, Maria,” she told me. “You should have known better than that; Olivia is more beautiful than you.” Olivia is going to be prom queen. You can’t be better than her.”

I looked up at her and tried to figure out how she could be so mean to me. Eva didn’t seem to care about me even though we had met. She might not have.

Then, her face turned pale. “What did you just say?” Dad yelled at me from behind. There was silence in the room because my dad was furious. He asked her, “Did you do this, Eva?”

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He didn’t wait for a reply. “I can fix it,” Eva said slowly. Dad rushed into his and Eva’s bedroom with a dress. It was the same color as her handmade wedding dress, but I knew it wasn’t the same one.

He tore the dress with his hands, and the sound of the tear broke the quiet. Eva screamed because she thought the dress was her wedding dress. I told him, “Dad,” to calm him down.

My dad just shook his head, though. He threw her the dress pieces. “Fix this,” he told her. Even though he was furious, my dad wasn’t crazy. There was no way he would tear Eva’s wedding dress.

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He said, “I’m done.” “You can’t keep hurting my child.” After the fight, my prom dreams became less accurate. But I stopped to think about what it meant to me.

It was meant to be excellent. There were no words to describe how painful it was to think about missing out on that experience because of a stupid act of jealousy. On prom day, my dad picked me up from school with a box in the car.

He told me, “That’s your dress, sweetheart.” “Go have fun tonight.” Let’s do your hair now.” On the way home, my dad told me he would get a divorce from Eva.

“Maria, I haven’t seen how she treats you for too long. It’s now over. “The fights we’ll have about college are in store for you and me,” he said with a smile.