Where Did You Get This?
“A seat, Miss. Everett,” Mr. Johnson said with his gaze sweeping Macy from her neck down to her feet. He tilted his head, his eyes keen on her dress.
“Where did you get that dress?” he asked, and Macy happily answered. “I made it myself. Well, my grandma helped.”
She wasn’t sure what was going on but still maintained a smile as she explained everything to her grandma, and she went through making the gown. If she only knew what was going on inside the principal’s head.