When I told them I wanted Grandma as my prom date, Dad smiled in quiet surprise, but Carla’s reaction said everything. She called it “embarrassing” and claimed I was ruining her image of a perfect family. I didn’t care. Grandma spent weeks sewing her own dress — a soft blue gown with lace and pearl buttons — but the night before prom, we found it slashed to pieces in my closet. My heart sank as Grandma stood there trembling, her dream destroyed. Carla pretended to be shocked, but her smirk told me the truth.