When I returned home and called the police, I found that the surveillance outside the door and inside the house were both out of order.
Despite Vivian's witness of her destroying the dress, there was no other evidence, and Miranda insisted that she had been at home all day and had never been to my house.
Innocent until proven guilty, this matter was let go. But the most urgent thing now was not to settle scores with Miranda but that tomorrow was Vivian's coming-of-age ceremony.
Vivian's face was streaked with tears. She couldn't eat dinner and kept asking me, "Mom, what should I do? What should I do?"
I drove all night, taking Vivian to the clothing store to ask if they could rush to make a dress, only to be regretfully told it was too late.
I was frantic.
A kind-hearted young salesgirl reminded me, "Ma'am, you might want to check out a bridal shop. They have many ready-made beautiful dresses."
Her words awakened me.
I rushed to the bridal shop with Vivian.
Although most were white wedding dresses, there were also many suitable for a party.
After trying on for an hour, Vivian finally chose one, but she hesitated as she saw the price.
"Let's forget it, Mom. I'll take a cheaper one."