Prom shopping was supposed to be fun. Exciting. A day full of laughter, memories, and finding the perfect dress. You, your best friend, your mom, and Chris had all planned this day for weeks. You couldn’t contain your excitement, especially since Chris had asked you to prom in the cutest way possible—of course, you were already dating, but the effort he put in made your heart melt.

Your best friend was just as thrilled when her dream guy asked her to prom. She practically skipped through the store, running her hands over glittering fabric and elegant lace. You were just happy to be here, enjoying the experience with people you loved.

Then you saw it.

A dress that was everything you’d imagined and more. The perfect color, the perfect fit—it was yours. But before you could say anything, your best friend gasped, "Oh my God, I’ve always wanted that dress!"

You hesitated. You didn’t want to take something she loved, so you convinced yourself you’d just try it on for fun and let her have it.

But the second you stepped out of the fitting room, everything changed.

She stared at you, tilting her head. "Oh… yeah, that’s not really flattering on you."

It stung, but you brushed it off. Maybe she just really wanted it for herself.

Then came the next dress. And the next. Each time, she pointed out a flaw—too tight, too loose, made you look flat, made you look big.

And worst of all? Your mom agreed.

You felt Chris’s eyes on you. He saw the way your shoulders tensed, the way your expression faltered for just a second before you forced a smile.

You turned to him, searching his face for any sort of validation. He looked back at you, his jaw clenched, his eyes soft yet burning.

Yeah, he wasn’t letting this slide.