The hanger dangled empty from the ceiling fan. My heart dropped.
“MOM!” I screamed. “My dress—it’s gone!”
She rushed down, curlers still in, her face paling as I pointed at the bare hanger.
“Maybe someone moved it?” she offered hopefully.
The whole house launched into a frantic search. Closets, bedrooms, laundry room—nothing. Jake even checked the backyard.
Everyone was confused and concerned. Everyone… except Stacey.
She was gone. Mom said she’d left early to see a friend.
Trying not to fall apart, I settled on an old off-white prom dress I found in my closet. It didn’t feel right, but I had no choice.
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