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CHAPTER 9

B
ack at home, Mom surprised me with a special gift. She went

upstairs and returned carrying a large black bag, the words
Superior Bridal printed boldly on it. Bridal—like a bride, I

thought curiously.
“Jorelle, guess what I got!” Mama announced, handing me the bag.

“What is this?” I asked, eyeing the bag with a mix of confusion

and curiosity.
“Just open it!” she urged eagerly.

Jirelle and Mama watched me expectantly as I unzipped the bag,
revealing a stunning green floral dress. Delicate flowers adorned the

waist and sides, and the fabric felt unbelievably smooth against my

fingers.
“I got you a prom dress! Well, a dress for the dance tonight,”

Mama smiled.
“What? Oh my gosh, thank you, Mama! But you didn’t have to,” I

exclaimed, both Jirelle and I shocked—though Jirelle’s reaction was
far less warm.

“Yeah, Mama, you really shouldn’t have,” she said sarcastically.

Mama frowned, turning to Jirelle. “What do you mean? Your sister
needed a dress for the dance.”

“Yeah, and you actually got her one? I can’t believe it! You didn’t
even get me the outfit I always wanted,” Jirelle snapped.