Sure! Here’s a shorter version of the story that keeps the emotional weight and key events intact:
I’m Emily, 17, living with my dad, stepmom Carla, and her son Mason, who’s like a real little brother to me. But Carla? She’s hated me since my mom died seven years ago. My dad remarried Carla fast, and ever since, she’s been cold and cruel—especially when she told me I looked too much like my mom and that it “pained her” to see me.
Fast forward to prom—my dream night. I’d saved for months to buy a beautiful violet dress, my mom’s favorite color. I booked a salon appointment, excited to feel special. But when I got there, I found out it had been canceled. Carla had pretended to be my mom and taken the slot for herself. I was heartbroken and ready to give up.
Then, everything changed. A limo pulled up outside. Confused, I found a note: it was from Mason. He’d overheard Carla’s plan and secretly arranged everything for me—using Carla’s own hidden money and help from neighbors. A stylist arrived, and soon I looked like a prom queen.
When Carla saw me stepping into the limo, she was speechless. Prom was magical, just like I’d hoped—and Mason? He’s the real hero.
Would you like a version short enough for a social media post?