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.
I know she wanted to sabotage me so that I would be embarrassed tomorrow, but I wouldn’t give her satisfaction. She probably expected me to race to her house and barge in and accuse her of what I knew she had done. I had no proof, but in my bones, I knew that she had done it. It couldn’t be a coincidence.
Paula, my future monster-in-law, had been at our home only a day before. She had excused herself to go to the bathroom, taking her bag with her. However, to my surprise, I had seen her climb the stairs to the upstairs bathroom instead of just taking the one on the ground floor. Though it wouldn’t be enough proof to convince my fiance, Mark, it was enough evidence for me to just know it.