Boston Mother Cancels Twenty Two Million Dollar Wedding Gift After Morning Betrayal

“I can make you look like yourself again,” she said. “Or better.”

She reached into her bag for a bottle of cooling hazel oil, dabbing it onto a cotton pad. The wet chill of the liquid made my eyes water, but I did not flinch as she worked the oil into the irritated skin.

“Did you see anyone near the house yesterday?” I asked.

Lucia stopped her hand for a fraction of a second, her scissors tapping once against her thumb. “The salon was busy all afternoon. Victoria had her bridal party in the private room.”

“Did she mention me?” I asked.

“Only to ask if I had finished your styling for the morning,” Lucia said, her voice dropping even lower. “She wanted to know exactly what time I was arriving here.”

She lifted the silver-grey wig from its wooden block, the heavy strands catching the pale winter light from the window.

The mesh base felt cool and tight as she positioned it over my temples. She worked with quick, silent efficiency, adjusting the hidden silk straps behind my ears until the tension was even across my forehead.

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