That morning something felt.
When I stared at my closet, a strange feeling of sinking settled in my stomach, a hand frozen on the handle. It was stupid, I thought – just the nerves of the Prom Night. But when I finally pulled out the door, my worst nightmare developed in front of my eyes.
My ball dress was destroyed in black – but the karma had the last word
When I discovered my dream ball dress covered with black, it seemed to me that my whole world collapsed. I had no idea that Karma had already worked behind the scenes to change the situation and deliver justice to those who tried to destroy my special night.
At the age of 18, in my last year of high school, there was a ball I could think of. I imagined dancing with my friends, wearing perfect clothes and creating unforgettable memories. After months of savings, I finally bought the breathtaking baby blue dress. It was all I ever wanted – a gradual, timeless, and so I felt like a princess.
My dad was as excited as I was, although there was always silent sadness between us. My mother died years ago, which meant that I wouldn’t see me on this important day. Since then it has been just a dad and I, along with my stepmother Carol.
Carol and I have always been distant. When I was 14 years old, she married my father, and although we never openly fought, we have never really joined. Most of her focus were on her daughter, Julia, who was already adult and lived alone than at the time Carol entered our lives. Julia and I have always been polite together, but nothing more.
The ball arrived in the morning and I jumped out of bed, filled with excitement. My hair and make -up were arranged and my dress hung in the closet, waiting for me to feel like a royal rank. Everything was perfect – as long as I opened the cabinet door.
My breath grabbed my throat.
My beautiful dress covered strong stripes of black. I stood frozen and tried to process what I saw. The dress I spent months of dreaming was destroyed. When I touched the colored fabrics, my fingers trembled and tears spilled my cheeks. In the moment everything I planned was broken.
I ran down, my voice shakes with panic. “Carol!” I was screaming. “Someone destroyed my clothes!” It is covered with color! ”
Carol was sitting in the kitchen and drinking coffee. She barely reacted, her expression indifferent.
“Oh, that’s unhappy,” she said coldly. “Maybe you should be more careful with where you left it.”
I flicked and tried to understand her words. “What do you mean?” It was in my wardrobe! ”
Carol gave occasional shoulders. “Maybe it’s a sign that you didn’t have to go to the ball.” It is not really such a big deal. ”
Terrible realization crawled over me. The way she spoke was a complete lack of worries – all of this added up. She did it. Carol deliberately destroyed me.
Before I could answer, the front door opened. Dad walked in, smiling. “Hey! Everything is ready for a big night?” His excitement disappeared when he saw my face tears. “What’s going on?”
I pointed to my destroyed dress. “Dad … it’s destroyed.”
His face darken with anger. “What happened?” He turned to Carol, who remained completely unsurpassed.
She sighed. “Jack, it’s just a dress.” Julia wedding is today and she needs you. Prom is not so important. ”
It hit me like a blow to the intestine. Carol did it because Julia’s hurried wedding was scheduled for the same day as my ball. Dad promised to be there for me, and Carol wasn’t happy about it.
“You did it,” I whispered and my voice barely stable. “You destroyed my dress, just by going to Julie’s wedding instead.”
Carol finally looked up and blinked her frustration. “Julia is getting married.” He needs his father. You will survive the missing one stupid dance. ”
Dad’s expression stiff. “Carol, I committed myself to my daughter and I won’t break it.” What you did is absolutely unacceptable. ”
I felt dull when I realized how far Carol was willing to go to move me away. But my dad refused to let the state. “I stay with my daughter tonight and that’s final,” he said firmly.
Carol attacked from the room and left me with a destroyed dress and a broken heart.
“I think I’m not going to be a ball,” I murmured, defeated.
My dad lay down a calming hand around me. “Call Sarah,” he suggested. “She could have a solution.”
With a shaky voice, I called my best friend Sarah. “Carol destroyed my clothes,” I suffocated. “I can’t go to the ball.”
Sarah was silent for a moment before she replied with her determination. “We’re repairing it.” Meet me in my aunt’s house in 30 minutes. Bring clothes. ”
When I had nothing to lose, I did as she said. Sarah’s aunt, a former seamstress, explored the damage and nodded.
We worked for hours while her sewing machine was humming. When it was done, my dress was completely transformed. It was no longer a baby blue dress that I fell in love with, but something even better-no-cant dress off the shoulders that cleverly hidden hidden colors. It was unique and for the first time that day I felt beautiful again.
When I admired my reflection, my phone buzzed. It was Carol. Her voice was frantic.
“Where is your father?” She demanded. “Julie’s wedding is falling apart!” The food is late, the flowers are missing and Julia loses it! He needs him! ”
A slow smile spreading down my face. Karma arrived.
“He’s with me,” I said calmly. “Like promised.”
I hung up before she could answer. Dad, who heard the conversation, shook his head with a conscious grin.
“Sounds like Julie’s wedding is a disaster,” he thought.
“It looks like,” I replied with the shrug. “But this is not your problem tonight.”
Dad grinned. “No. This evening is about you.”
And with that we headed for the ball.
Despite everything I did. My dress was one of the kind, my best friend was at my side and my father kept his promise. When I danced under the shimmering lights, I realized that everything worked exactly as it should.
Because karma never sleeps.
When the night developed, I realized that no amount of sabotage could take my happiness. Prom was not just about the dress – it was about the people who really took care of me, the memories I created, and the strength I found in myself. Carol may have tried to destroy my night, but eventually proved that love and loyalty would always win.
Dance under the shimmering lights, with my best friend by my side and my father proudly in my corner, I knew that one thing certainly did – karma did my job and finally I had a perfect night.