My Stepmom Secretly Canceled My Prom Hair Appointment to Ruin My Day, But Her Jaw Dropped When a Limousine Showed Up for Me

“Emily? Are you sure you’re here for an appointment? Our records show that you canceled earlier today,” she said, staring at her computer.

“What? Canceled? I didn’t cancel!” I panicked.

Just then, the hairdresser came over and said, “I got a call from your mom this morning, canceling the appointment. She said something came up.”

My heart dropped. My mom? No way. And then I saw her. Carla. Sitting in the salon, getting her hair done, smirking at me like she had just won the game. She canceled my appointment.

I was speechless. She had taken my spot, and the salon was fully booked. I ran out of there, tears stinging my eyes, feeling like my perfect prom was crumbling before me.

When I got home, I locked myself in my room. I tried doing my hair on my own, but it just didn’t look right. I was devastated. All that planning, all that excitement—it felt like it had been ruined by Carla’s cruel little prank.

I stared at my beautiful dress hanging in my closet, wondering if I even wanted to go anymore. My excitement had been crushed.

Then, out of nowhere, I heard honking outside. Annoyed, I glanced out my window, ready to tell whoever it was to stop. But what I saw made me freeze. A sleek black limousine was parked in front of our house.

I thought it was a mistake. Maybe one of my neighbors had ordered it. But then the driver stepped out and started walking toward my door. My dad, looking just as confused as I was, opened the door.

“I’m here for Miss Emily,” the driver said, holding out a small card.