The attempt by my stepmother to ruin my prom was foiled by a limousine that saved the day!
My stepmother ruined my day by secretly canceling my prom hair appointment, but she was astounded when a limousine arrived for me.
Emily wants to look her best at prom, which includes wearing the best outfit, hair, and cosmetics. But Emily’s unruly stepmother Carla intervenes and handles the situation by canceling Emily’s hair appointment. Nothing is lost when a limousine pulls up outside Emily’s house; the question is, who scheduled it?
So buckle up—you have to know about this!
My name is Emily, and I am a senior in high school at the age of 17. My dad and I live together in the same house as Mason, my stepmother Carla’s son. To be honest, even though he is eleven, we get along as two siblings should.
But Carla?
Yes, I’m unbearable to that woman.
My mother’s death from a chronic cold seven years ago marked the beginning of everything. Before I knew it, my dad had begun dating Carla; a year later, they were married.
“It seems like your father never wastes any time?” My aunt released a scent on the day of the wedding. Besides, who is Carla? She is not even related to your mom.
Carla was well at first. She tried her hardest to impress me. However, the jabs, both aggressive and submissive, started to accumulate gradually. I remember the one time she looked at me.
Emily, you remind me too much of your mother. “Looking at you hurts so much. That your father gives Mason more attention seems reasonable. Is he not growing closer to Mason now?
I sighed and turned my back on her, trying not to let her comments get to me.
My dad, of course, witnessed nothing of the sort. It was as if he could not see how Carla treated me, or would not see it. She treasured that. It thrilled her to be the only one eager to make fun of me.
Okay, let’s return to the prom season. Like every other girl in my class, I imagined the perfect evening. I worked as a babysitter for months to save up enough cash to buy a gorgeous violet dress.
Wishing my mother was here to enjoy these precious moments with me was all I could do.
However, that’s the reason I chose the violet attire. It was her favorite color.
Prom was going to be tonight for me. I just thought it made sense.
I kept thinking about prom and couldn’t get rid of the idea that it would be a fantastic occasion. To lift my spirits even further, I scheduled a hair appointment at a posh salon. All of my buddies intended to visit that place.
Everything was ready.
But when the big day finally came, Carla made sure to ruin everything.
When I got to the salon, I was all excited, but the receptionist just kept staring at me.
“Emily? Are you positive? She questioned, glancing at her computer screen. “I heard from Zelda that you canceled?”
“No, I didn’t!” I started crying. How come I would do that? It’s prom night this evening!
“Please slow down,” the front desk employee said. “I’ll fetch Zelda.”
I waited nervously as she went to get the hairdresser. They eventually found their way back.
The hairdresser seemed uncomfortable.
Emily, I got a call earlier today saying that you wanted to reschedule your appointment. I believed that to be your mom, correct?
My heart sank. Remember? How? I didn’t call it off! What, mom?
I had hardly taken it all in when I looked up to see her.
Carla.
sitting and having her hair done. Of course.
She just smiled, her eyes steely, as she saw me. Carla had canceled my appointment.
“Is there any chance you could fit me in at all?” It was Zelda that I questioned.
She shook her head regretfully.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “A woman canceled your appointment and called in to make her own. Every available space is taken. I’m sorry, my love.
I stood there, astonished. So Carla had called pretending to be me? Behaving as though you’re my mother? And then, just to see how upset I was, she scheduled my appointment?
I’m feeling ill.
With my head whirling, I hurried out of the salon, scarcely able to restrain myself. I started to feel sick.
What would be my perfect high school dance? It was everything just crumbling away all around me. I sobbed hysterically and shut myself in my room when I eventually got home.
Sitting at my dressing table, I tried straightening my own hair, but it didn’t work out well. I felt stupid for telling Carla my ideas so nonchalantly.
Take note of what happened.
I looked down at my dress hanging there.
I wasn’t sure if I still wanted to go to prom even now.
Looking at the things on my dressing table, I sat there wondering if cosmetics was really worth it. Honestly, what was the point? I was already upset, and it didn’t seem like this would lead to anything good.
Suddenly, I heard this enormous honking outside. I ignored it at first, thinking it was just any old car.
Still, it continued.
I drew myself to the window, prepared to see traffic noise outside, and wiped my eyes with the back of my palm. But the moment I glanced outside, my mouth dropped wide.
A sleek black limousine was parked in front of our home.
I figured it was some sort of mistake. In every way, the car was not for me. My friends’ parents had refused when we first brought it up months ago. Still, I hurried downstairs.
I stood at the doorway and waited for something to happen. The driver came to our front door when he got out. My dad was standing on our doorstep looking just as confused as I was, which was understandable given that he had been completely unaware the entire time.
“I’m here for Miss Emily, sir,” the driver said, extending a small card.
Emily, Miss? Me?
“She is right here,” my father gestured to me.
I took my dad’s card and opened it reluctantly. The following words were written neatly inside:
To my beautiful sister Emily. I know you’ve had difficulties lately, but you deserve the most wonderful evening! In the limousine, enjoy yourself and forget about your concerns. I have set aside all of my Christmas and birthday money.
Have a fantastic evening, my love.
I adore you, Mason.
Mason? My brother was that age, eleven?
I started crying again, but this time they were tears of gratitude and pure shock. While I was running upstairs, Mason was in his room, grinning like he had just pulled off the ultimate practical joke.
He shrugged, seeming as though this wasn’t a big deal, “I heard Mom on the phone this morning.” “I was aware that it was completely unfair.”
It appears he’d heard Carla cancel my hair appointment, so he stepped in, being the usual younger brother.
However, did you actually spend your money? Uncomfortable, I asked him.
“Not really,” grinning. “As you can see, Mom has been saving money for a fancy diamond necklace. She had been showing her father the necklace, hoping he would acquire it for her. But he turned it down.
Congratulations, Dad,” I said to myself.
Anyway, when I heard her phone call, she left the house. I then went to the man next door, Mr. Johnson, and took some money from her stash. Recall that he owns the limousine business?
Mason, nevertheless, didn’t end there.
“Em, there’s more,” he told her. “Are you from over there, Mrs. Evans?” Her daughter is a stylist at a mall. She is coming over soon to do your hair and makeup.
As he was finishing up, the doorbell rang.
“That ought to be her,” Mason exclaimed. “Wash your face, and I’ll send her upstairs.”
When did Mason grow up? I pondered his comments as I was doing it.
In twenty minutes, I went from sobbing in my bedroom to looking like a princess. I really wanted my mom to be here and spoil me. to keep taking photos and telling me how proud she was of me. I just wanted to give her a hug.
Nevertheless, Mason had saved prom!
When Carla pulled into our driveway, I had already left the home and was getting into the limo like a movie star. Her jaw dropped wildly. After getting out of the car, she just stood there, looking shocked.
Her face? God, God, God. I would have like to have a picture of her face. I would have attached that to my mirror!
You, Richard? Have you completed this task? I heard her scream to my father before the driver closed the door.
A little while later, the driver whisked me off.
Everything about prom exceeded my expectations. People turned to see me pull into the arena in the limo. I knew that I was glowing. For the first time in a very long time, I had the impression that my mother was right there with me.
The whole evening was pure magic. Dancing, laughing, forgetting about the drama at home.
I hope Carla learned something of this. You truly cannot play with the happiness of another person and get away with it when your son is going to come in and save the day!
In the scenario, how would you have handled things?
