Skip to content After prom, the narrative was rewritten. Rebecca claimed I had manipulated her mother, then insisted I had stolen the dress outright. Because I was the housekeeper’s daughter and she was the legacy, the story was accepted as absolute fact. My mother, ever the professional, endured the humiliation in silence to keep her job, but I saw the toll it took on her. I left at nineteen, carrying the weight of a thief’s reputation, and never looked back.
