At First, the Note on My Car Seemed Like a Prank, Then I Realized ‘Don’t Let Her Go to Prom’ Was a Warning – Story of the Day
As my daughter Emily found her perfect prom dress and danced excitedly to the car, I found a chilling note on the windshield: “Don’t let her go to prom.” I laughed it off for her sake, but unease lingered. Prom season stirred memories of my own youth, watching my future husband approach for our prom. Now, I watched Emily, vibrant in her sparkly dress, ready for her night. But the note haunted me. The next day, I found Emily sobbing—her date, Carter, had ditched her. I comforted her, urging her to try on her dress, reigniting her spark. On prom day, she changed at school, but returned in tears: her dress was slashed. In the locker room, I saw the ruined gown,
deliberately cut. Then I spotted Tom, a former classmate I’d rejected for prom years ago, now a PE teacher, smirking. He admitted to the note and sabotage, driven by a decades-old grudge. Furious, I reported him; he was fired that night. I surprised Emily with a backup dress I’d bought instinctively. She wore it, walked into prom with confidence, and danced brightly, undimmed by spite.
