Bridezilla Enacts Revenge On Bridal Salon That Kept Her Deposit

The Star Of The Show

Like any bride on her big day, Amy was the star of the show. She had her private room where her stylists would tend to her. 

Her makeup artist came in with her makeup bag, and her hairstylist soon followed. They were keen on turning Amy into the elven princess she wanted to be on that day. Without wasting any time, they got to work. 

Sit Back And Relax

The first portion of the hair and makeup process was stellar. Amy enjoyed a glass of orange juice as her team worked on her. With each second, she could see her dream take shape in the mirror. 

Soon, the makeup artist was done, leaving only a few touches she’d add after the hairstylist was done with her part. If only Amy knew what the stylist had in mind. 

Her Maid Of Honor

An hour into the session, Amy’s maid of honor hurried into the room, asking to speak to Amy alone. A look of worry occupied her face as she asked the two dressers to vacate the room briefly. 

She spent a few agonizing minutes catching her breath, making Amy’s anxiety and worry surge to the fore. Was everything all right? 

What’s Happening?

“Is everything okay?” Amy asked, trying her best to keep her composure. The day had started so well that she didn’t know what she’d do if anything went wrong. 

Her maid of honor bit her lip, avoiding eye contact before sharing something that would have Amy jumping out of her seat. 

The Truth Behind The Stylist

“One of the other stylists say your hairdresser was Mark’s ex-girlfriend,” the maid of honor said. “What?” Amy croaked, rising to her feet so fast that her hair came out of its bun. 

Her fiance had talked about dating a hair stylist in the past, but Amy never bothered to know who she was. What were the odds that she was the same woman fixing her hair on her wedding day?

Sit Back Down 

Amy was about to storm out of her room when her mom, accompanied by Mark’s mom, walked in. They asked why she wasn’t ready yet, stating that they still had a lot of things to tend to before the ceremony started. 

They called the hairstylist back in, asking her to finish up. Nodding at the two women, the hairstylist returned to what she was doing earlier. But as she finished, she lit a lighter from her bag, shoving it into Amy’s hair.