My Stepmom Covertly Called Off My Prom Hair Appointment to Spoil My Evening – Yet She Was Stunned When a Limousine Arrived for Me

Yeah, that woman cannot stand me.

It all started 7 years ago, after my mom passed away from a cold that just wouldn’t go away. Before I knew it, my dad was seeing Carla, and a year later, he married her.

“Your father doesn’t waste any time, does he?” my aunt sniffed on the day of the wedding. “And who is Carla anyway? She’s nothing compared to your mom!”

Carla was fine at first. I mean, she tried hard to get me on her side. But slowly, the passive-aggressive jabs started piling up. I remember once, I caught her staring at me.

“You look too much like your mother, Emily,” she said. “It actually pains me to look at you. No wonder your father gives Mason more attention. He’s closer to Mason right now, isn’t he?”

I sighed and ignored her, trying not to let her words get to me.

My dad, of course, didn’t notice a thing. It was like he couldn’t—or just wouldn’t—see how Carla treated me. And she loved that. She loved being the only one ready to taunt me.

Anyway, fast forward to prom season. Like every other girl in my class, I was dreaming of the perfect night. I saved up enough babysitting money for months to buy a gorgeous violet dress.

I couldn’t help but wish that my mother was around to spend these moments with me.

But that’s why I chose the violet dress. It was her favorite color.

Prom was going to be my night. I just knew it.

Whenever I thought about it, I just felt like something magical was going to happen at prom. To make myself feel even better, I booked a hair appointment at a fancy salon. All my friends were going there too.

Everything was set.

But then the big day came, and Carla made sure to ruin it.

I went to the salon, all excited, but when I got there, the receptionist looked at me, confused.

“Emily? Are you sure?” she asked, looking at her computer screen. “Zelda told me that you canceled?”

“I didn’t!” I exclaimed. “Why would I? Prom is this evening!”

“Calm down, honey,” the receptionist said. “I’ll get Zelda.”

I waited impatiently while she went to get the hairdresser. Finally, they returned.

The hairdresser looked uncomfortable.

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

My heart dropped. Canceled? How? I didn’t cancel it! What mom?

I was still processing everything when I looked over and saw her.

Carla.

Sitting there, getting her hair done. Of course.

She saw me and just smirked, her eyes cold as steel. Carla had canceled my appointment.

“Is there any way that you could still schedule me in?” I asked Zelda.

She shook her head sadly.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “When your appointment was canceled, a woman called in and booked her own. All of our slots are taken. I’m sorry, honey.”

I stood there in shock. So, Carla had called pretending to be me? Pretending to be my mom? And then she took my appointment so that she could watch me be disappointed?

Sick.

I barely managed to keep it together as I ran out of the salon, my head spinning. I felt nauseous.

My perfect prom? It was just falling apart around me. By the time I got home, I locked myself in my room, tears pouring down my face.

I sat at my dressing table trying to fix my hair on my own, but nothing looked good. I felt stupid for telling Carla my plans in passing.

See what had happened?

I looked at my dress, hanging off a hanger.

I wasn’t even sure that I wanted to go to prom anymore.

I sat there, looking at my makeup sitting on my dressing table and wondered if it was even worth it. I mean, what was the point? I was already upset and didn’t feel like anything good was going to come from this.

Suddenly, I heard this loud honking outside. I ignored it at first, thinking it was just a random car.

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But it didn’t stop.

I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand and dragged myself to the window, fully expecting to see commotion on the road. But when I looked out, my jaw dropped.

A glossy black limousine was parked in front of our house.

I thought it was some sort of mistake. There was no way that the car was for me. My friends’ parents had said no when we first talked about it months ago. But still, I ran downstairs.

I stood at the doorway, waiting for something to happen. The driver stepped out and walked up to our front door. My dad, who had been as clueless as ever during all of this, stood on our porch, looking as confused as I felt.

“I’m here for Miss Emily, sir,” the driver said, holding out a small card.

Miss Emily? Me?

“She’s right here,” my dad said, nodding to me.

I hesitantly took the card from my dad’s hand and opened it. Inside, written in neat handwriting, were the words:

To my beautiful sister, Emily. I know you’ve had a rough time lately, but you deserve the best night ever! Enjoy the limo, and don’t worry about a thing. I’ve been saving all my birthday and Christmas money.

Have a magical night, sis.

Love, Mason.

Mason? My 11-year-old brother did this?

I burst into tears all over again, but this time from pure shock and gratitude. I ran upstairs to find Mason in his room, grinning like he’d just pulled off the ultimate prank.

“I heard Mom on the phone this morning,” he said, shrugging like this wasn’t a big deal. “I knew that it wasn’t fair at all.”

Turns out that he had overheard Carla canceling my hair appointment, and in true little brother fashion, took matters into his own hands.

“But did you really use your money?” I asked him, feeling horrible.

“Not really,” he grinned. “See, Mom has been saving up money to buy some fancy diamond necklace. She’s been showing Dad the necklace, hoping that he would get it for her. But he said no.”

Good for you, Dad, I thought.

“Anyway, after I heard her phone call, she left home. So, I took some of the money from her stash, and went to Mr. Johnson next door. He owns the limo company, remember?”

But Mason didn’t stop there.

“There’s more, Em,” he said. “Mrs. Evans, from across the road? Her daughter is a stylist at the mall. She’s coming here to do your hair and makeup soon.”

Just as the words left his mouth, the doorbell rang.

“That should be her!” Mason said. “Go wash your face, I’ll send her up.”

When did Mason grow up? I wondered as I did what he said.

Twenty minutes later, I went from crying in my bedroom to looking like a princess. I just wished my mom was around to fuss over me. To take endless photos and tell me how proud she was of me. I wanted a hug from her more than anything.

But still, Mason had saved prom!

When Carla drove into our driveway, I was already outside, stepping into the limo like a movie star. Her jaw dropped. And she got out of the car and just stood there, stunned.

Her face? Oh my God. I wish I had a picture of her expression. I would have stuck it on my mirror!

“Richard? Did you do this?” I heard her shriek to my father before the driver closed the door.

Moments later, the driver whisked me away.

Prom was everything I had hoped for. When I arrived at the hall in the limo, heads turned. I was glowing, and I knew it. For the first time in a long time, I felt like my mom was right there with me.

The whole night was pure magic. Dancing, laughing with my friends, and just forgetting all the drama at home.

As for Carla, I hope she learned a lesson. You can’t mess with someone’s joy and get away with it… especially if your son is going to come in and save the day!

What would you have done?

Family Gathers for Dinner at Grandma’s, Only to Face Shocking Inheritance Revelations — Story of the Day

Camilla is headed to her grandmother’s 80th birthday dinner, where family tensions and secrets are set to unravel. As they gather for the first time in years, old rivalries ignite, hidden truths surface, and a sudden twist leaves them all reeling.

Camilla and her husband, Scott, were driving to a family dinner at her grandmother’s house. For the first time in years, the entire family was together.

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They had come from different cities because it was Grandma Eleanor’s 80th birthday, and she insisted they all attend. Scott parked the car, and they stepped out into the cool evening air.

“I still don’t get why we’re here,” Scott grumbled as they walked to the front door.

“It’s Grandma’s birthday,” Camilla replied. “She wants to see us all together. She’s the only kind person in our family. I couldn’t say no.”

“I get that, but I could be working right now. You know we need the money more than ever,” Scott complained.

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“It’s just one evening.” Camilla patted her stomach, her loose sweater concealing her figure. “Do you think they’ll notice?”

“They shouldn’t. Even I wouldn’t if I didn’t know,” Scott responded.

“Good. I don’t want Mom to know yet. Maybe I’ll tell Grandma at the end of the night,” Camilla said.

“It’s your choice, honey. I’m here for you,” Scott said, giving her a gentle hug.

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They heard another car parking. Turning around, they saw Camilla’s brother, Michael, and his wife, Stacy, getting out of their car.

“Hey! Wait for us!” Michael shouted, running over.

“Sweetie, I can’t run! I’m in heels!” Stacy whined, catching up slowly. Camilla and Scott exchanged looks, rolling their eyes. It was clear Stacy was with Michael for his wealth, once she even said it herself.

“Can we go in now?” Scott asked. They all approached the door, and Camilla rang the bell.

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A moment later, the door opened, and a joyous Eleanor stood there. “My darlings! I’m so glad to see you!” she exclaimed, hugging each of them. They walked into the dining room, where a beautifully set table awaited, laden with food.

“Why did you make so much? You could’ve waited, and we would’ve helped,” Camilla said.

“Stop it. I enjoy doing this,” Eleanor replied. They all sat at the table.

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“Mom isn’t here yet?” Michael asked.

“She said she wasn’t sure if she could make it,” Eleanor said sadly.

“Typical. She never has time for us,” Camilla remarked.

“Stop it. She’s our mom,” Michael responded.

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“Just because you’re her favorite doesn’t mean anything! She hasn’t even wished me a happy birthday in years!” Camilla snapped.

“Not everyone can be perfect like you!” Michael shouted back.

“She always put her acting career before us! She still does! And look who’s talking about perfection – the owner of several restaurants!” Camilla yelled.

“I worked hard for that!” Michael shouted.

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“Let’s calm down a bit,” Scott suggested.

But Camilla didn’t hear him. “You just got lucky Uncle decided to give the restaurants to you!” she screamed.

“You’ve always been jealous of me!” Michael yelled.

“Jealous?! Of what?! That you’re completely alone, and your wife’s with you only for the money?!” Camilla screamed.

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“As if your situation is any better! Your husband can’t even find a decent job! And how long have you been trying to have a kid? Five? Ten years?” Michael yelled.

“Go to hell!” Camilla screamed.

“Enough!” Eleanor shouted, standing up. “You’re acting like children! I brought you here to have a nice dinner on MY birthday. And I was even thinking about what to do with the inheritance.”

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“What inheritance?!” Michael and Camilla asked in unison.

“The one your grandfather left, and I will leave too. But you can forget about it. You don’t know how to appreciate what you have. I’m not leaving you anything until you learn to value it!” Eleanor declared.

“Wait! What do we need to do to get the inheritance?” Michael shouted after her.

“Convince me you deserve it,” Eleanor said, walking away.

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Camilla started feeling unwell and stepped outside, holding and gently rubbing her stomach. After a few minutes, Michael joined her.

“So we might get an inheritance,” he said to Camilla.

“We might have if you hadn’t ruined everything as usual,” Camilla replied.

“Me? You started it,” Michael said defensively.

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“Michael, I need this inheritance. I really need it,” Camilla said.

“I need it too,” Michael retorted.

“You have restaurants! Leave me something!” Camilla snapped.

“Business isn’t going well, and Stacy threatens to leave if I don’t fix it,” Michael said.

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“That might be good for you,” Camilla said. “I’m not backing down. Scott and I need the money badly right now.”

“And what are you going to do?” Michael asked.

“Prove I deserve the inheritance,” Camilla said, walking back into the house.

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“Hey! That’s not fair!” Michael shouted, following her.

Camilla found Eleanor in her bedroom. “I’m sorry we ruined your celebration with our fighting,” Camilla said.

“It’s not your fault. Your mother didn’t raise you to be friendly,” Eleanor replied.

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“Do you want something? Food? Drink?” Camilla asked.

“Is this how you want to prove you deserve the inheritance?”

“Scott and I really need this money right now,” Camilla said, placing a hand on her stomach. “Because—”

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Michael barged in, interrupting, “Don’t listen to her. She’s lying about me.”

“We weren’t talking about you,” Eleanor said. “Camilla, you were saying?”

“No, nothing important. I’ll tell you later,” Camilla said, not wanting Michael to hear.

“Do you need anything, Grandma? Let me help you with something,” Michael offered.

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“If you think sucking up to me will get you the inheritance, you’re wrong,” Eleanor said. “Let’s go back to the table and continue dinner.”

The three of them returned to the dining room, where Scott and Stacy were still sitting, and saw that Margaret, Camilla and Michael’s mom, had arrived.

“My darlings! I’m so happy to see you!” Margaret said, hugging Michael and then Camilla. “You’ve gained some weight, Camilla,” she commented, making Camilla roll her eyes. They all sat down.

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“Michael told me you’re discussing inheritance. Am I in the list of heirs?” Margaret asked.

“So that’s why you came. Not surprised my daughter only wants money from me,” Eleanor said.

“Not at all. I came for your birthday,” Margaret said.

“Sure, I believe that,” Eleanor replied.

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“I think we should discuss the inheritance,” Michael said, holding Stacy’s hand. “We believe it should go to us.”

“Why you?” Scott asked.

“When was the last time you visited Grandma?” Camilla asked.

“We live far away; it’s hard to get here,” Michael replied.

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“We also live far away but visit at least once a month,” Camilla said.

“I sent groceries to Grandma!” Michael shouted.

“I helped her around the house!” Camilla shouted back.

“I called her every week!” Michael yelled.

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“I called her every day!” Camilla screamed.

“I think the inheritance should go to me as the oldest,” Margaret said.

“No!” Camilla and Michael shouted in unison.

“Oh!” Margaret said, clutching her chest.

“Grandma, are you okay?” Camilla asked.

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“Yes, just…” Eleanor didn’t finish her sentence and fainted. Camilla rushed to her.

“Grandma! Grandma! Call an ambulance!” Camilla shouted, then grabbed her stomach and screamed.

“What’s wrong?” Scott asked nervously.

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“It’s starting,” Camilla said.

“What’s starting? Labor?” Scott asked.

“Yes,” Camilla said, screaming again.

“You’re pregnant?!” Michael asked, shocked.

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“I’m going to be a grandma!” Margaret exclaimed.

Scott called an ambulance, and they took Camilla and Eleanor to the hospital. The rest gathered to drive to the hospital in Michael’s car.

“Let’s take my car,” Michael said.

“Fine,” Scott replied.

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“Michael, maybe you shouldn’t go. You know I hate hospitals,” Stacy said.

“What? My grandma is sick, and my sister is giving birth,” Michael said.

“But I don’t want to go,” Stacy said.

“Then stay,” Michael said.

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Michael, Scott, and Margaret drove after the ambulance.

Camilla was in the delivery room, almost ready to give birth but refusing to until she heard about Eleanor.

“What’s happening with Grandma?!” Camilla screamed. “Tell me about my Grandma!”

Scott sat beside her, holding her hand. “Please, calm down. The baby is the priority now.”

“There’s no time to wait. We need to deliver,” the doctor said.

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“What’s happening with my Grandma?!” Camilla screamed.

The doctors calmed her down, and she delivered a healthy baby girl. She held the baby when Michael and Margaret entered the room.

“I can’t believe I’m an uncle,” Michael said. “I’m sorry for everything I said at dinner.”

Margaret looked upset. “Why didn’t you tell me you were pregnant?” she asked Camilla.

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“I didn’t want you to be in her life and then disappear like you did with me and Michael,” Camilla said.

“You’re right. I wasn’t a good mom. But maybe I can be a good grandma,” Margaret said.

“Let’s take it slow,” Camilla replied. “Do you know what’s happening with Grandma?”

“Camilla…” Margaret hesitated. “You need to rest and not stress.”

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“What happened to her?” Camilla insisted.

“Her heart stopped,” Michael said. “The doctor said it had been bad for a while. I think that’s why she wanted us all together.”

Camilla started to cry, and Scott hugged her.

A doctor entered the room. “Sorry to interrupt, but we found something in Eleanor’s belongings. I think you should see it,” the doctor said, handing Michael a folded note. Michael brought it to Camilla, and they read it together.

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I know our family isn’t the closest, and I wanted to change that. I hope it can happen with you, but I have more hope for the new generation. Camilla, I know you’re pregnant, even though you tried to hide it. I’m so happy for you and Scott. That is why I want my great-grandchild to inherit everything I have. Teach this child to love and protect our family, as it’s the most important thing we have. Michael, it’s time to leave Stacy. Margaret, it’s time to learn to be a mother and a grandmother. I love you all very much and hope you know that. Learn to love each other too.