My Daughter Made Her Prom Dress From Her Late Father’s Police Uniform—Then Her Bully Poured Punch on It and the Whole Gym Learned Who He Really Was

She poured bright red punch directly onto Wren’s chest.

The liquid soaked into the navy fabric and ran over the badge.

Wren froze.

Then she desperately began wiping it with her hands.

Phones appeared everywhere.

Nobody knew what to do.

Then the speakers crackled.

Susan, Chloe’s mother and one of the event volunteers, stood beside the DJ with a microphone.

Her face was completely pale.

“Chloe.”

Chloe turned.

“Mom?”

Susan’s voice shook.

“Do you know who that officer was?”