My Future MIL Secretly Paid a Stylist $1000 to Butcher My Hair Before My Wedding – She Had No Idea Who She Was Dealing With

I smiled and said thank you, even if part of me still missed my old hair.

Elaine showed up in a floor-length silver gown like it was her own premiere.

She hugged Alex, kissed his cheek. “You look so handsome, darling.”

Then she turned to me. Her eyes swept over my hair.

“You cleaned up nicely,” she said.

“Thanks,” I said.

“Wait until the reception.”

Her smile flickered, but she said nothing.

The ceremony itself was perfect. For that half hour, I forgot everything. Alex’s voice shook as he said, “I choose you, every version of you,” and I believed him.

We kissed.

People clapped. I walked back up the aisle with my short hair and my husband’s hand in mine and thought, she didn’t stop this.

At the reception, we did our first dance, cut the cake, listened to sweet, awkward speeches. I started to relax.

Then Alex stood up and tapped his champagne glass.

My heart jumped.

“Can I have everyone’s attention for a minute?” he said into the mic.

The murmurs died down.

People turned in their seats.

“Before we continue celebrating,” Alex said, “I’d like to honor the person who made today… unforgettable.”

He turned toward his mother.

“Mom,” he said, “your moment has arrived.”

There were some polite laughs. Elaine smiled like a queen about to get crowned, but I saw the tension in her jaw.

“Mom, I prepared something special for you,” he continued.

He lifted his glass slightly, but not in a toast. More like he was directing a beam of light at her.

“Mom, you’ve always said intentions matter more than actions,” he said.

“And lately, your intentions have been… unforgettable.”

The room shifted. People leaned in.

Elaine let out a shaky little laugh. “Alex, honey, what are you—”

He raised his hand.

“Please. Let me finish.”

She went still.

Alex nodded toward the DJ. “Can you put the video up now?”

My stomach dropped.

The lights dimmed.

The projector lit up the wall. The DJ hit play.

The salon appeared on the screen.

There I was, back turned, cape on. Marlene behind me.

Elaine lounging in the next chair.

The room went silent.

We watched Marlene gather my hair. We saw my shoulders jerk when the first CHUNK fell.

Then the audio kicked in.

Elaine’s voice, loud and clear: “Cut it all. She’ll never marry my son looking like this.

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