I decided I'd wear his uniform to prom.
One Saturday afternoon, I was hunched over my desk, thread in my mouth and Dad's jacket spread out in front of me, when my door flew open.
Jen barged in without so much as a knock, arms overflowing with pastel dresses and tangled straps.
I startled, yanking the blanket over my project so fast I nearly sent the sewing box flying.
"Careful, Jen!"
She cocked an eyebrow, peering at the lumpy shape beneath the blanket. "What are you hiding, Cinderella?" Her lips curled in a smirk as she dropped the armful of dresses right onto my feet.