Real applause. Loud and sudden.
An art teacher called out, “Young man, you have a gift.”
Someone else shouted, “That dress is incredible!”
I looked back into the crowd.
Carla was still holding her phone.
But now it wasn’t recording my humiliation.
It was capturing her own.
Later that night she made one last mistake.
She shouted across the room, “Everything in that house belongs to me anyway!”
The attorney answered immediately.
“No. It doesn’t.”
Three weeks later Noah and I moved in with our aunt.
Two months later Carla lost control of the money.
She fought it.
She lost.
The dress is hanging in my closet now.
One of the teachers sent photos of it to a local design program.
Noah got accepted to a summer course.
He pretended to be annoyed for a full day before I caught him smiling at the email.
Sometimes I still run my fingers along the denim seams.
Carla wanted everyone to laugh at that dress.
Instead, it was the first time people really saw us.
