The Prom Dress
The prom dress grandma made was beautiful, but it looked like something Cinderella would wear. If Brandon said anything about it, I was going to punch him in the gut. I pushed the sparkling comb into my hair as grandma had instructed. It did look nice.
Grandma was opening the door as I walked down the stairs.
Brandon gaped up at me in surprise.
I was wracking my brain for something that would warn him not to tease me about the dress in front of grandma when he finally found his voice.
“You look like a princess!”