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My Sister Cut Off My Hair, and My Fiancé Paid Her $2,000

My Sister Cut Off My Hair, and My Fiancé Paid Her $2,000

História curta · Emotional Realism
Por:  Crescent StarCompleto
Idioma: English
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Familial Bond

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Growing up, I knew my father hated it when we lost our composure in public. Before Thanksgiving dinner, my sister, Elena, suddenly offered to put my long hair up for me. I didn't say no. I'd barely sat down when I heard the scissors snip behind me. Blond hair I'd spent seven years growing fell to the floor. Elena held up a lock of my hair and doubled over laughing. "Olivia, you look like a clown." I looked at my mother. She looked me over, wineglass in hand, and laughed too. "Don't cry. The guests will be here any minute. Don't let anyone see you fall apart over a few locks of hair." My father frowned and rapped on the table. "Go wash your face. I don't want the guests seeing you like this tonight." Eyes red, I finally looked at my fiancé, Vincent Ashford. He was sliding $2,000 across the table to Elena. "You win." When he saw me looking, he glanced at my hair and chuckled. "She bet you'd cry in one minute. I bet three. You really let me down." Everyone around us burst out laughing. When I was 16, Elena wrote "IDIOT" on the back of my evening gown, and everyone at the party laughed at me. When I was 21, she tore up my recommendation letter, costing me my one chance to leave home and study abroad. Every time, they told me the same thing: It was just a joke. This time, I didn't argue. I looked down at the blond hair all over the floor. Suddenly, it felt like she'd cut off more than my hair. She'd severed the last thread tying me to this family.

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Elena picked up a lock of blond hair, held it under her chin, and shook it."Mom, look. Don't I look like a caveman?"My mother took a sip of wine. "Throw it out. Don't get it on the rug."Elena grabbed the phone she'd propped up by the fireplace and kept taking pictures. She'd said she wanted to record herself doing my hair, so the phone had caught the moment she used the scissors too.I put my hand over the lens. "Stop filming. And delete what you just got.""Come on, sis, a look like this is one of a kind. I want something to remember it by."I reached for the phone, but Vincent stepped in front of her first."It's just a few pictures, Olivia. What, you're going to get physical now?"The next second, my phone started buzzing.Elena had posted the pictures on Instagram.In the pictures, my blond hair hung to my waist on one side and stopped at my ear on the other. My eyes were still red.The comments quickly filled up with laughing emojis.Someone joked that I must have ticked off my
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Early the next morning, I went to a salon on Fifth Avenue.The stylist parted my hair and studied it before she sighed."She cut the hair underneath too. Extensions won't hide it. The only option is to cut it all short."She looked at the ends again. "Whoever did this really meant it."The night before, everyone had said it was just a joke. But a stranger could see in seconds that it hadn't been an accident.I closed my eyes. "Go ahead."When the first lock of blond hair slid off my shoulder, I couldn't help reaching out to catch it.Seven years earlier, Vincent had twirled the ends of my hair around his finger and said, "Don't cut it. I like it like this."I'd taken that to heart. I'd grown it out for seven years.When the last long strand fell, I touched the side of my head. My fingers reached for the long ends that weren't there anymore.My hair was short. It felt like someone else's.Back at the house, the yard was quiet. I was about to call my mother when a new post from Elena pop
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The next morning, Vincent came in carrying my usual dessert.I was shredding old papers. He told me to eat something first and stop being mad at Elena."Just yesterday, she asked if you were going to stay mad at her forever."I switched off the shredder. "When she put my pictures online, why didn't she think I'd be mad then?""She was just joking around.""Then why my hair, of all things?""Because that's what you care about most."He said it so casually that it took me a moment to catch it. "How did she know that?""She asked me what the easiest way to set you off was." Vincent's hand stopped for a second. "I just mentioned it in passing. Who knew she'd actually cut it?""You know I only grew my hair out for seven years because you said you liked it long.""Of course I know. But you always keep everything bottled up. She just wanted to see you lose your temper for once."Laughter came from the doorway. Elena was leaning against the frame with a cup of coffee."See? I told you Vincent
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The day I left, the staff had been preparing for that night's charity gala since early morning.As I carried my bags past the second floor, Elena was urging the staff to carry something down the east hallway. When she saw me, she jumped in front of me."No peeking! I've got more in store for tonight."I looked at her. "You didn't get enough at Thanksgiving?""You'll see when you get back," she said with a grin.My mother passed by the stairs and said over her shoulder, "There'll be a lot of guests tonight. Don't hold up the gala.""I know," Elena answered quickly.My father saw my suitcase and, for once, smiled."Finally came around? Good. Better to get your things over to Vincent's early."My mother fixed my scarf and reminded me, "The wedding's coming up. Whatever problems you have, work them out privately. Don't let them mess up either family's plans."All I said was, "Got it."Vincent happened to be coming up the stairs."Why didn't you just say so? I thought you were really planni
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My mother told me later what happened at the house that night.At seven, the charity gala my father was hosting officially began.Elena held a glass of champagne and checked the east hallway every few minutes. A bucket of red dye was rigged over the door, and a camera was set up. The moment I opened that door, the dye would pour down on me.At 7:05, she waved her phone."Vincent, you lose."Vincent leaned against the bar. "What's the rush? She's still sulking."My father happened to walk by, heard them betting, and brought up an old story."When she was eight, she threw a fit and ran away from home. She sat by the front gate for less than half an hour and came right back on her own, didn't she?"My mother laughed and told them to give it a little longer.By eight o'clock, the east hallway was still empty, and guests had started asking about me.My mother finally called me. It didn't go through. She tried again on my father's phone. Same thing.Vincent tried texting me too. Message afte
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When I got to London, Hannah, the assistant the trust had assigned me, wheeled my bags into my new apartment.She told me Vincent had already contacted the trust, asking for my address and start date."We only confirmed that you've signed with us. We didn't share any of your personal plans."I let out a breath. "If anyone else comes looking for me, please check with me first.""Of course. It's your call who you see."Hannah set down the suitcase and looked at my short hair."That haircut really suits you."I touched the side of my head without thinking. "You don't think it looks bad? I haven't had short hair in so long."She looked surprised."Of course not! As long as you like it, that's what matters."Then she went to check the key cards.I stood alone in front of the entryway mirror for a long time.The apartment wasn't big, but it was quiet. Nobody yelled my name from downstairs. Nobody walked into my room without asking or helped themselves to my things.Hannah asked if I wanted a
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A week later, Elena posted the full video from Thanksgiving night on Instagram.She'd propped her phone by the fireplace that night, saying she wanted to record herself doing my hair. The video started with the scissors coming down and caught everything, including my tears and the bet.When I'd told her to delete it, she'd just argued with me. She'd kept the original the whole time.Now she'd posted it as a joke.In the video, Elena held up my cut hair, doubled over laughing. My mother told me not to cry. My father told me to go wash my face.At the end, Vincent slid $2,000 across to her."You win."The video spread fast, but the comments didn't go the way she expected.Someone asked, "She's crying. Why didn't anyone tell the sister to stop?"Someone else said, "Her fiancé is betting on when she'll cry? What kind of joke is that?"Elena couldn't let it go. She wrote back, "She's been like this since we were kids. She can't take a joke."Even the people who'd just been watching for fun
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A week after the video spread, my parents showed up in London without warning.At noon, I'd just gotten out of a meeting when I saw them in the lobby.My mother stood up the moment she saw me, her eyes red."You've lost weight. Olivia, why won't you even answer when we call?"She reached for my face. I turned away and left her hand hanging in midair.My father got up. "Let's go somewhere and talk."I took them to a coffee shop nearby.As soon as we sat down, my mother said they hadn't handled some things well in the past and that Elena was willing to apologize if I came back to New York first."What things?"She froze. She couldn't name a single one.All she did was plead with me. "Just come home first, okay? There's still the wedding to think about."I looked at my father. "So you came here because of the wedding?"He didn't deny it."The deal between the two companies is done. We made a commitment.""That's something you promised them. Not me."My father's face darkened. "Olivia, you
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Three days after my parents left London, Vincent showed up.I was heading downstairs on my way to the venue when I saw him standing in the lobby.He looked much more worn out than I remembered. He was holding that dark gray paper bag."Olivia, give me ten minutes."I checked my watch. "Eight minutes. I have a meeting at two."He gave a rueful smile and held out a cup of coffee."Americano, no sugar. That's what you always drink in the afternoon."Only after I'd left him holding out the cup for a while did he notice the coffee Hannah had already brought me, sitting on the table with my name on the sleeve.Vincent stared at it for two seconds, then set his coffee aside.He'd always remembered what I liked to eat and drink better than my own parents had.But he remembered my habits while ignoring my feelings."The wedding cancellation's all taken care of," he said. "All the guests have been told, and I'm covering whatever can't be refunded."I've talked to both sets of parents face to fac
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Once things were settled at work, I moved to an apartment closer to the office. My life was calmer than it had ever been.I stopped keeping up with things back in New York, and over time, I heard less and less news from there.Six months after I left, Elena suddenly sent me a long email.She said she'd gone back and watched the old videos she'd taken. Now she couldn't understand why she'd laughed so hard back then.At the end, she asked, "Olivia, was I really awful?"I looked at it for a long time, then wrote back, "Yes."A few hours later, she replied, "Okay. I brought this on myself."Later, she said she'd deleted all the videos she'd saved and sent me a sincere apology.I didn't reply to her apology, and I didn't want to see her yet.Every so often, my mother would send me the weather forecast for London. Her messages used to ask me to do things or tell me not to get upset with Elena. Now they just reminded me to dress warmly and asked when I'd come home.Once, she wrote, "Let me se
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