I remembered how she had examined my body in front of strangers.
I remembered the laughter.
I picked up my son and kissed his cheek.
I said nothing.
We walked outside toward the beach.
The wind moved through my hair, and for the first time all week, I stood tall.
Behind me, I heard the confident sound of Diane’s heels moving through the hallway.
She emerged from the house with the satisfied expression of someone expecting applause.
Then I saw what she was wearing.
My dress.
The same designer dress she had mocked.
The dress I had bought so I could feel beautiful again.
Diane walked onto the sand and smoothed the fabric over her body.
“I thought everyone might enjoy seeing how this dress is supposed to look,” she announced. “Some clothes really do require the right figure.”
The family went quiet.
She looked directly at me.
“I hope you don’t mind that I borrowed it.”
Dylan appeared shocked, but he still said nothing.
Before anyone could react, his brother-in-law raised his phone.
“Everyone move closer! We’re live!”
Notifications began appearing as viewers joined the stream.
Diane smiled toward the camera.
“Wait,” she said, stepping forward. “Make sure you get a good view.”
She turned as though she were walking on a runway.
The moment her back faced us, several family members gasped.
The seam of the dress had already split.
Bright neon shapewear showed through the opening.
Diane did not notice.
“Mom,” her daughter called. “Wait.”
But Diane was enjoying herself too much.
She turned in a circle.
The damaged seam opened wider.
She took another confident step.
Then the fabric gave way with a loud ripping sound.
The tear traveled farther up the back of the dress.
For a second, nobody moved.
Then someone tried to hide a laugh behind a cough.
Another guest covered her mouth.
Dylan’s brother-in-law stared at his phone in horror.
“Oh no.”
He attempted to end the livestream but dropped the phone into the sand.
I checked the video on my own screen.
Laughing emojis and shocked comments filled the feed.
Dozens of people had witnessed everything.
Only then did Diane notice the expressions around her.
She turned, saw the torn dress, and looked down at her phone.
The color disappeared from her face.
Then she marched toward me.
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