27/07/2025
Wealthy classmates mocked the janitor’s daughter—until she pulled up to prom in a limousine and left them speechless.
“Hey, Kovaleva, is it true your mom was cleaning the locker room yesterday?” Kirill Bronsky called out, timing his words perfectly for when the classroom had gone quiet.
Sonia froze mid-movement, her book halfway to her backpack. The air thickened with silence as every head turned toward her.
“Yes,” she answered steadily, continuing to gather her things. “My mom works here as a cleaner. So?”
“No reason,” Kirill said, smirking. “Just wondering how you’re getting to prom. On the school bus—with a mop and a bucket?”
Laughter erupted across the room. Sonia slung her backpack over her shoulder and walked out without replying.
“Get over it—your mom’s just a janitor!” Kirill shouted after her. But Sonia didn’t flinch. She had long since learned not to let the teasing get to her. She’d been a scholarship student since fifth grade at this elite school, and from the beginning, it was clear—status and money mattered. She had neither.
At the back entrance of the school, her mother, Nadezhda Kovaleva, waited. Years of physical labor had aged her beyond her 38 years. Her clothes were plain, her bun messy, her hands worn from work.
“You seem down, Sonnina,” Nadezhda said as they headed toward the bus stop.
“Just tired, Mom. We had an algebra test,” Sonia lied.
She never told her mother about the cruel jokes. Why burden her? Nadezhda was already working nonstop just to give her daughter a future.
“I’ve got a break Wednesday. Want to do something together?” Nadezhda offered.
“I’ve got physics class,” Sonia replied, inventing an excuse.
In truth, Sonia was waitressing at a local café. The pay was pitiful, but every ruble counted.
Meanwhile, in the school cafeteria, Kirill leaned back smugly. “If Kovaleva shows up to prom in anything but the bus, I’ll apologize publicly,” he declared.
“What about a taxi?” Vika asked.
“Doesn’t count. Has to be a proper car—at least mid-range.”
“Deal,” said Denis, clapping Kirill’s hand.
Unseen, Sonia was standing nearby with a tray of dishes. She heard every word—and slept not a minute that night. A car to prom… her one chance to prove she was no less than anyone else. But even the cheapest car service cost more than she made in a month.
At the Mercury Business Center, Nadezhda’s cleaning shift began at six. By eight, the offices had to be spotless.
“Good morning, Nadezhda Andreevna!” called a familiar voice. It was Igor Sokolov, owner of VIP-Motors.
“Good morning, Igor Vasilyevich,” she replied.
“How’s your daughter? Getting ready for prom?” he asked warmly.
“She is—just one month to go,” she said with a smile.
“My son, Maksim, is graduating soon too. Cars are all he talks about.”
Nadezhda knew his story—his wife had left him and he’d raised Maksim alone.
“I’ve got meetings today,” he said. “Could you handle the conference room after lunch? I’ll count it as overtime.”
“Of course.”
Sonia was studying, working, and preparing for finals—nonstop. Even saving every coin, she was far from affording a ride.
One rainy night, as she waited at the bus stop soaked and exhausted, a black SUV pulled up beside her.
“Need a ride?” a young man asked, lowering the window.
Sonia hesitated.
“I’m Maksim Sokolov. My dad works with your mom.”
He wore a t-shirt and jeans, short hair, friendly face.
“No need to worry. I was picking up our computer when I saw you standing here.”
A man with a laptop sat quietly in the back seat.
“What grade are you in?” Maksim asked.
“Eleventh. Prom’s in a month.”
“I’m in tenth, at School 22.”
As she got out, he handed her a card. “This is my channel—I talk about cars. You might like it.”
By late April, Nadezhda noticed her daughter dragging more than usual.
“Sonia, are you hiding something? You seem… off.”
Sonia sighed. “I’m just working extra shifts—at Da Michalič café.”
“What? But you’ve got exams!”
“I wanted to surprise you… maybe a dress, some shoes…”
She didn’t mention the limo.
Nadezhda pulled her into a hug. “Silly girl. I don’t need any gifts. I already have the best one. Focus on your studies.”
But Sonia had made up her mind. The very next day... Story (continued in the comment below )
