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My mom’s hand tightened around mine.
She tried to step back.
Brianna continued.
“No offense, Emma, but prom is for students. You’re a little old for this.”
Something inside me finally snapped.
But I didn’t raise my voice.
I smiled.
“Thanks for sharing your opinion,” I said calmly.
She smirked, thinking she’d won.
She had no idea what was coming.
Three days earlier,continue reading …
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