My Daughter Struggled to Find a Prom Dress Until a Friend Changed Everything

I had heard him correctly.

“My what?”

“Hazel’s measurements,” he repeated.

I stared at him.

“Eli, why?”

His expression remained serious.

“Because I’m going to make her dress.”

I nearly laughed.

Not because I doubted his sincerity, but because the idea seemed impossible.

“Eli,” I said gently, “have you ever made a dress before?”

“No.”

“Do you know how to sew?”

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