My mother-in-law secretly copied my prom dress and it is presented dressed exactly the same model, only to humiliate me. But what my jumper was then left nearly 200 people, completely in shock.
I was fifteen years old when my mother learned that she was suffering from terminal cancer.
Before we leave, she had decided to offer me a last gift : my prom dress.
It was a light blue, strapless, stylish and fully handcrafted by my mother.
She completed just eight days before his death.
This dress has become one of the most valuable items that I owned.
The ball was expected that in a year, but I already knew that I would wear it anyway.
Six months after the funeral of mom, dad, got married to Shirley.
Shirley was, it seems, the best friend of my mother.
It was close to my father so amazingly fast, and that our grief was still painfully recent. And as soon as she moved to the house, things began almost immediately to change.
The photos of mom disappeared little by little from the walls.
Her clothes were given.
Small objects that reminded me of his presence disappeared without any explanation.
But Shirley had another problem.
Me.
I looked a lot to my mother.
The same eyes.
The same face.
Even some of his expressions.
And every time that Shirley was looking at me, I could see how much she hated to be confronted with the memory of the woman who had lived here before her.
At times, I had the impression that to do away with the business of mom wasn’t enough for him.
She also wanted to erase myself.
Approximately three months prior to the prom, Shirley began suddenly to become very interested in the storage of my room.
She proposed to me to arrange everything while I was at school.
Twice, she insisted even, that I rest for several hours outside, on the pretext that she was using cleaning products that are particularly powerful.
Something seemed strange.
But every time I had questions, I finally convince myself that I was just paranoid.
I wasn’t.
The night of the ball finally arrived.
I enfilai carefully to the dress that my mother had made me put him in front of the mirror.
As soon as I saw myself, tears came to my eyes.
For a few seconds, I had almost the impression that mom was standing there right next to me.
At seven o’clock, my rider came to pass.
Gary was my partner in chemistry advanced : a boy quiet and attentive, never looked to impress the other.
When he saw me in my dress, he froze completely.
For once, even Gary seemed unable to find the right words.
Finally, he only smiled.
And that is enough for me.
During the first hour of the show, I began to really enjoy the evening.
And then the accompanying parents started to enter through the side doors.
I turned to them.
And when I saw Shirley, all the heat left my face.
She was wearing my dress.
Not a dress similar.
Not just the same color.
A copy almost PERFECT.
The same fabric in light blue.
The same model neckline.
The same silhouette.
The same details.
At this moment, everything became suddenly clear.
Sessions for ” cleaning “.
The hours she had spent alone in my room.
All the excuses that she invented to get away from the house.
She had necessarily have photographed the dress mom and paid someone to reproduce every detail.
And it had done so for one reason only.
Wear it to my prom.
Shirley walked right up to me, a satisfied smile on his lips.
She leaned close enough that I could clearly hear it.
You really thought to be the only one to be special tonight, isn’t it ?
I fixai without answering.
My father stood nearby.
I looked at him, waiting for him to take my defense.
Instead, he lowered his eyes.
— I’m sorry, my darling, ” he murmured.
It was everything.
Around us, students and parents we were watching.
Some chuchotaient between them.
A few of them laughed nervously, not understanding what was really going on.
Me, I was only thinking of mom.
His hands that had made this dress so that she knew that she was going to die.
The hours she had spent sewing something that she would live long enough to see me wear.
And now, Shirley had made a public humiliation.
I could not stay.
With tears in her eyes, I walked to the exit.
It was then that Gary grabbed me gently by the arm.
— Don’t move, ” he murmured.
I looked at him, taken aback.
— I’m taking care of everything.
Before I could ask him what he would do, Gary walked straight towards Shirley.
But instead of confronting him, he addressed to him a smile.
— Excuse me, ” he said politely. You are absolutely beautiful tonight.
Shirley stood up immediately, flattered.
Gary continued :
— We run a small recognition for the parent with the most elegantly dressed of the evening. Would you be willing to go on stage for a few moments ?
His face lit up.
She had no idea of what Gary was preparing for real.
She thought she was finally getting exactly what she wanted.
Attention.
Admiration.
A whole room turned to her.
Without hesitation, Shirley followed Gary to the stage.
She climbed the stairs and went forward under the projector as if she was going to receive a prize.
This was his biggest mistake.
Because by the time she reached the center of the stage…
Gary turned to me.
He gave me a small nod.
Then he did a single thing that plunged nearly 200 people in the gym in total silence.
The face of Shirley changed instantly.
And a few seconds later, she screamed :
— YOU HAVE COMPLETELY LOST YOUR HEAD ?!
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Gary has just launched on the giant screen a picture of my mother wearing the dress a few weeks before his death.
An icy silence invades the room.
And then a second picture appeared : Shirley, in my room, taking photos carefully the dress while she was believed to be alone.
Murmurs ran immediately to the gym.
Shirley became livid.
— Where did you find that ?! she cried.
Gary remained perfectly calm.
— Your phone was connected to the computer of the room. And someone had sent me these photos yesterday evening.
I turned to my father.
He looked at the screen, completely changed.
— Did you know ? I asked.
He did not answer.
Then Shirley began to justify himself, saying that she just wanted to “pay homage” to my mother.
Nobody believed him.
Gary approached me and handed me a small box.
— Your mother and I had been given before his death, ” he explained. She had asked my mother to keep it until you are ready.
Inside was a letter.
My hands were shaking opening it.
“My dear, if you wear this dress one day, remember one thing : no one can ever take what comes of our love. ”
I cried.
The whole room stood up spontaneously.
Even some parents experienced their eyes.
My father eventually left Shirley a few weeks later.
As for Shirley, she not recovered ever again feet from us.
That evening, I understood something.
She was able to copy my dress.
But she would never be able to copy the memories, the love and the twenty years that my mother had carved in my heart.
