The day before my wedding, I was horrified to discover my hair turning green after a routine shower. Panic set in as I realized someone had tampered with my shampoo. All evidence pointed to one unimaginable culprit: my soon-to-be mother-in-law.
As I stood in front of the mirror, grappling with my emerald locks, I knew I had to confront her—but the way I handled it took everyone by surprise…
I had to remain calm; that was my utmost priority. If I lost my wits and temper, my wicked mother-in-law would win. I obviously couldn’t have that. I took a large breath through my nose and out of my mouth as my eyes scanned over my green locks, and a plan started to form. She would pay for this, and I would make sure of it, but first, I had to fix this.