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

My shoes? “Cute.

Almost childish.”

My makeup trial? “You look tired. Maybe if you slept more.

Or drank less. Just a thought.”

If I pushed back, she acted wounded. “I’m only trying to help, dear.

I want my son’s wedding to be perfect.”

The insults piled up. I tried to swallow them because everyone kept saying, “It’s just how she is. Don’t rock the boat.”

Then came the “spa day.”

Two weeks before the wedding, she called during a lunch rush.

My phone buzzed in my apron. I ignored it because I was carrying three plates of pasta.

She texted: “Call me back ASAP, dear.”

I stepped outside on my break, leaning against the brick wall behind the restaurant, and called.

“Sweetheart!” she sang. “I have a surprise for you.”

I braced.

“Okay…”

“Spa day,” she said. “Hair, nails, facials—the works. My treat.

It’s time we had some girl time and got you looking your very best for the big day.”

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