Several hours later, as she returned home from her shift, she noticed Jane and Amy wiping the silverware with bits of her dress.
Jane asked, “Honey,” as Elsa shrieked. “What’s wrong?”
“That’s my dress!”
“Oh!” Jane responded. “It was your prom dress?”
“You did this?”
“Well, yes,” Jane said. “But I thought that I was cutting up some secondhand dress. It didn’t look prom-worthy. So, I thought I’d use it to polish the silver and the windows.”
Then Elsa began to cry aloud. She heard her father’s footsteps. But Jane did not. “Now, now, Elsa,” she stated. “You should have known better; you cannot be more beautiful than Amy. Amy is taking prom queen title. You cannot outshine her.”
“What did you just say?” Her father said, and Jane’s face turned pale.
“Did you do this, Jane?” he asked.
“I can fix it,” Jane couldn’t speak.
Then he dashed into Jane’s bedroom, took a dress, and shredded it. Jane shouted.
“Dad,” Elsa tried to calm her father.
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