My heart fell. Cancelled? How? Nothing has been canceled by me! What “mom” were they referring to? I saw her at that point. Naturally, she was sitting there having her hair done.
She gave me a quick look while wearing a smug smirk that seemed to be relishing every moment of it. Carla had purposefully canceled my appointment.
“Is there any way that you could still schedule me in?” I asked, attempting to contain my annoyance. Unfortunately, the hairdresser just shook her head.
Softly, “I’m sorry,” she said. “One lady contacted and made her own appointment after yours was canceled. Our spaces are all taken. I apologize, honey.
I was stunned. Carla had canceled my appointment and taken my place by pretending to be me or my mother. just to spoil my day. It was utterly ill.
