My Stepmom Sneakily Called Off My Prom Hair Appointment To Spoil My Evening – But She Was Stunned When A Limo Pulled Up For Me…

As I was preparing for prom, I wanted everything to be just right—from my outfit to my hair and makeup. But things didn’t go as planned when my difficult stepmother, Carla, got involved and secretly canceled my hair appointment. Just when I thought my special night was completely ruined, something unexpected happened—a fancy limousine arrived at my house. But who could have sent it?

You won’t believe what I went through! Get ready because this story is a rollercoaster.

So, I’m Emily, a 17-year-old high school senior. I live with my father, my stepmother Carla, and her 11-year-old son, Mason. Mason and I actually get along pretty well, just like real siblings.

But Carla? That’s a whole different issue.

Let’s just say she’s never been my biggest fan.

Everything changed seven years ago when my mom passed away after battling a serious illness. Not long afterward, my dad started dating Carla, and within a year, they were married.

At the wedding, my aunt made a sharp remark. “Your father sure doesn’t waste time, does he? And Carla? She’s nothing like your mom!”

At first, Carla acted friendly. She seemed eager to make a good impression. But as time passed, her subtle insults started adding up. I remember one moment clearly—she was staring at me with an odd expression.

“You resemble your mother too much, Emily,” she said. “It’s honestly painful to look at you. No wonder your dad pays more attention to Mason. He’s much closer to Mason, don’t you think?”

I sighed and tried my best to ignore her cruel words.

As for my dad? He never seemed to notice any of it. It was as if he was completely blind to how Carla treated me, and she took full advantage of that. When he wasn’t around, she would say things just to get under my skin.

Fast forward to prom season. Like most girls, I dreamed of having an unforgettable night. I had been saving my babysitting earnings for months to buy a stunning violet dress.

I wished more than anything that my mom could have been there to help me prepare. It wasn’t the same without her.

That’s why I chose violet—it was her favorite color.

I had been looking forward to prom for so long. I just had this feeling that it would be a night to remember. To make it extra special, I booked a hair appointment at a fancy salon. My friends were going too, and we were all beyond excited.

Everything seemed to be working out perfectly.

Until Carla decided to interfere.

Finally, prom day arrived, and I excitedly went to the salon. But as soon as I walked in, the receptionist gave me a puzzled look.

“Emily? Are you sure?” she asked while checking her computer. “Zelda told me you called to cancel.”

“What?” I gasped, panic rising in my chest. “I never canceled! Prom is tonight!”

“Take a deep breath, sweetheart,” the receptionist said gently. “I’ll go get Zelda.”

I waited nervously as she stepped away to find the stylist. When Zelda returned, she looked uneasy.

“I got a phone call earlier today saying you wanted to cancel, Emily. I assumed it was your mother?”

My stomach dropped. Canceled? How? I hadn’t called anyone! And what “mother” were they talking about?

Then, out of the corner of my eye, I spotted her.

Carla.

She was sitting there, casually getting her hair done. She glanced at me with a satisfied smirk, as if she was thoroughly enjoying my misery. Carla had called and canceled my appointment on purpose.

“Is there any chance you can still fit me in?” I asked, struggling to keep my frustration in check.

But Zelda shook her head apologetically.

“I’m really sorry,” she said. “After your appointment was canceled, another woman booked that slot. We’re fully booked for the rest of the day.”

I was speechless. Carla had pretended to be me—or my mom—to sabotage my special night. Just to make me miserable.

It was beyond cruel.

Feeling completely defeated, I rushed out of the salon. I barely held back my tears as I walked home. My perfect prom night was slipping away, and there was nothing I could do.

When I got home, I shut myself in my room and sobbed.

I attempted to fix my hair on my own, sitting at my vanity, but no matter what I tried, it didn’t look right. I regretted ever mentioning my plans to Carla.

My gorgeous violet dress hung nearby, but I wasn’t even sure I wanted to wear it anymore.

I looked at my makeup, wondering if it was even worth putting on. My excitement had completely disappeared.

That’s when I heard a loud honking outside. At first, I ignored it, assuming it was just a random car passing by.

But the honking kept going.

Sniffling, I dragged myself to the window to check what was happening. When I glanced outside, my breath caught in my throat.

Parked in front of our house was a shiny, black limousine.

I blinked, convinced it was a mistake. That limo couldn’t possibly be for me. My friends and I had talked about renting one, but their parents had said no.

But I couldn’t stop myself from running downstairs to see what was happening.

As I stood in the doorway, the driver stepped out of the limo and approached my dad, who looked just as confused as I was.

“I’m here for Miss Emily,” the driver said, handing over a card.

“Miss Emily”? Was this real?

“She’s right here,” my dad said, passing the card to me.

With trembling fingers, I opened it. Inside, neatly written, was a heartfelt message:

To my amazing sister, Emily. I know things have been tough, but you deserve an incredible night. Enjoy the limo, and don’t stress about anything. I saved up all my birthday and Christmas money for this.

Have the best night ever, sis.

Love, Mason.

Mason? My little brother did this for me?

Before I knew it, tears were rolling down my cheeks again, but this time they were happy ones. I rushed upstairs and found Mason grinning proudly.

“I overheard Mom on the phone this morning,” he admitted. “It wasn’t fair, so I had to do something.”

He had caught Carla canceling my appointment and took action.

“But did you really use your own money?” I asked, feeling guilty.

“Not exactly,” he chuckled. “Mom’s been saving up for some fancy diamond necklace, hoping Dad would buy it for her. But he said no.”

Good job, Dad.

“So, after hearing her call, I took some of the money she had hidden and went to Mr. Johnson next door. He owns a limo company, remember?”

But Mason had another trick up his sleeve.

“There’s more, Em,” he added. “Mrs. Evans, from across the street? Her daughter is a stylist at the mall. She’s on her way here to do your hair and makeup.”

As if on cue, the doorbell rang.