Chiara’s POV“Mom, I’m coming in. I don’t care how you look,” I said, knocking on the door lightly. I opened the door while she was telling me not to. I found her in the bathroom, fussing over her green gown. A small patch of water had pooled around her thigh area, staining the gown.

“Look at this, Chiara. It’s a mess!” she said dramatically. I entered the bathroom to help her calm her down. The mirror was fogged up and her make-up was a little smudged. Her gown had a low dip ...