When he finally finished, Tessa could barely believe what she was seeing.
The dress fit perfectly. It narrowed at the waist and flowed at the bottom with layered shades of blue denim. Noah had transformed worn-out jeans into something unique and beautiful.
For the first time in years, it felt as if their mother was somehow still close to them.
The next morning Carla spotted the dress hanging on Tessa’s bedroom door.
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She stared at it for a second before laughing loudly.
“Please tell me that’s a joke.”
“It’s my prom dress,” Tessa replied.
Carla looked at it again with disbelief.
“That patchwork thing?”
Noah stepped out from his room.
“I made it,” he said.
Carla smirked.
“You made that? Well, that explains a lot.”
“Enough,” Tessa said sharply.
But Carla continued.
“You’re seriously planning to wear a dress made from old jeans? People are going to laugh at you all night.”
