When Talia’s stepmother shuts down her prom dreams, she turns to the one person Madison tried to erase, her grandmother. But what begins as a quiet act of defiance soon becomes a night no one will forget. Grace isn’t bought… and sometimes, revenge wears satin.
You know what people never tell you?
That the ugliest thing in a house isn’t a bad paint job or a broken fridge. It’s the way silence grows between people… how it changes shape depending on who’s in the room.
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In our house, that silence came with polite smiles and barely-there tension. Madison, my stepmother, was a master of polite cruelty. Her jabs were sharpest when disguised as compliments.
“I just love how practical your style is, Talia,” she’d say, eyes skimming over my jeans and hoodie.
When I was 12, my dad, Mark, married her. I’d lost my mom, Alana, two years earlier, and I was still clinging to the smell of her in clothes that I refused to wear because of that reason.
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Madison swept into our lives with matching mother-daughter Pilates classes and organic meal plans. She brought her daughter, Ashley, into our lives like the last puzzle piece she’d been saving. Perfect fit. Wrong picture.
The first time we met, Ashley looked at me like I was a mosquito that had wandered indoors. She was blonde, delicate with flawless posture and an air about herself. She was the kind of girl who never tripped over her shoelaces or snorted when she laughed.
I was none of those things.
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Madison didn’t say it outright but I knew. I was nothing more than a footnote in my dad’s life now. I was a leftover from his “before.” I became something she tolerated, like a subscription box you can’t cancel fast enough.
And still, I played nice.
I kept my head down. I said please and thank you. I learned to blend into the wallpaper. I learned to eat organic and herby food. I learned to… exist in my own home.
Until prom came.
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Ashley picked her prom dress three month early, like she was preparing for her dream wedding. She and Madison made an entire day of it. I mean, they made appointments in boutiques. They had lunch at one of the hotel’s uptown, complete with champagne flutes with sparkling cider.
I remember laying in my bed and watching Ashley post every second of the day on her socials. Each new post made my bones sink…
I felt heavier than I had since the day my mother passed.
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I remember watching from the top of the stairs, hugging my knees, invisible in my own house, while Ashley twirled in front of a mirror in something blush-pink and whisper-thin.
“I think this is the one!” she said, and Madison clasped her hands like she’d just witnessed a coronation.
“I knew it was the one, Mom,” Ashley said, twirling in blush silk and rhinestone shimmer. “But I wanted to see it at home, to be sure.”
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“It’s beautiful, darling girl!” Madison said. “Just stunning! You look like a movie star!”
“She looks like a bride,” my Dad said, laughing. “But at least you found your dress, Ash. It’s lovely.”
They spent over $3,000 on that dress. On the hand-beaded bodice, the imported silk, the custom slit up the side “for elegance.”
They brought it home wrapped in tissue paper and pride.
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