Mrs. Thompson chuckled, “Well, Alex might have mentioned a little something to his mom, and you know how news spreads in this town. We all pitched in to make sure you have your night.”

She opened the garment bags to reveal not one but three dresses. Each one was more beautiful than the last—a blush pink gown with delicate lace, a classic black number with a satin finish, and a deep emerald dress that seemed to shimmer even in the morning light. My fingers brushed over the fabrics, and I could hardly believe my eyes.