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My Fiancé Voted to Shave My Head on Our Wedding Day—Then Regretted Everything When I Left
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On my wedding morning, I woke to find my hair hacked off. Four people had voted yes. One was my fiancé. He handed me a cheap wig and told me not to ruin the day. Then came another vote: let the guests tear apart my dress. For years, their little games had always ended with me giving in. This time, I called someone else. My fiancé finally stopped laughing when he saw who came to take me away.
Chapters (3)
Chapter 1
I woke on my wedding morning with clumps of hair across my pillow.
My waist-length hair was gone. Uneven stubble showed through jagged patches. For a moment, I thought something had happened while I slept that I simply couldn't remember.
Then I opened our group chat.
POLL: Should we shave the bride's head for a wedding she'll never forget?
Yes: 4. No: 0.
Paige had posted it. My fiancé had voted yes.
For five years, our group had settled everything by a vote. My suggestions never won. Paige's always did.
One message asked if I'd be upset.
Mason replied: It's a joke. She never minded before. Let Paige have one last bit of fun before we get married.
He came into the bridal suite carrying a cheap wig.
“Put this on. Can't have everyone thinking I'm marrying a bald girl.”
He was trying not to laugh.
“Why did you vote yes?”
“Everybody did.”
“You're not everybody. You're supposed to be my husband.”
His smile faded. “Don't ruin today over a joke.”
My cousin Natalie, our old friend Drew, and Paige arrived together. Natalie covered her mouth, laughing. Drew said I could replace the entertainment.
Paige took my picture and made it the group icon.
“Vote to hang this in their bedroom?”
Four voices said yes.
Mason laughed with them.
They'd voted me out of dinner reservations, left me behind when elevators were full, chosen Paige's plans over mine every time. I'd thought keeping the peace would eventually make me belong.
I looked at my fiancé.
“Cancel the wedding.”
Chapter 2
Nobody laughed then.
“Who else would marry you?” Mason demanded.
Natalie reminded me my parents were downstairs. Drew offered to let me win the next vote.
I dropped the wig into the trash.
Mason caught my wrist. The ceremony was at another hotel, and the cars were waiting. He dragged me downstairs and put me in the last car.
“Get through today. I'll make it up to you tonight.”
Then he joined Paige in the first car. They'd voted on that, too. Objecting would have made me shallow.
Natalie sat beside me, lecturing me about being generous.
Her phone was angled toward me. Another group chat. Four members.
She's fine now, Natalie typed. Same as always.
Drew answered that I'd spent weeks securing the venue. I'd never actually cancel.
Paige apologized for causing trouble. Mason immediately told her it was my fault for having no sense of humor.
Then he posted a photograph of them together in the lead car. His arm around her. Her white dress against his dark suit.
Natalie typed: Still can't believe you two liked each other and neither would admit it. Then Sophie got in first.
Drew supplied the rest. Mason had accepted my confession to make Paige jealous. The votes had been arranged to give them time together.
Mason's next message was worse.
Sophie makes sense as a wife. She's dependable. Paige has bigger dreams. I'm not going to hold her back.
I'd had dreams, too. Once, I'd been at the top of my class.
I looked away from Natalie's screen and messaged a man I'd known at college.
You used to say you'd come if I ever needed you. I need help leaving my wedding. Will you come?
Elliot Grant replied before I'd put the phone down.
Send me the address.
Chapter 3
My parents had paid for the reception. I decided that if Mason insisted on making a public event of this, he'd have to hear my answer publicly.
At the second hotel, I waited in a room off the ballroom.
Another poll appeared.
Paige: I invited some old classmates. Should everybody take a piece of Sophie's dress for luck?
I typed NO. I told Mason to keep them out.
His answer came immediately.
It's just a wedding game. Don't embarrass us.
Four votes for yes.
The door opened. Men I'd known in college crowded inside.
“Mason said it was fine.”
“I said no. Get out.”
One caught the skirt. Another pulled at the lace. I heard fabric tearing and couldn't get away from the hands around me.
When hotel staff finally pushed them back, I was on the floor, clutching my damaged dress closed.
Mason arrived and sighed.
“Why are you crying again?”
Paige reached for me. I pushed her hand away. Her bracelet caught against something, leaving a shallow scratch on her hand.
Mason saw that immediately.
“Apologize. She's trying to help.”
Drew said they'd put real effort into my surprises.
I took a robe from the chair and wrapped it around myself. A staff member asked if I wanted medical help. I said yes, and asked her to call security.
Then I got up.
“You've shown me your surprises,” I told Mason. “Now you can hear mine.”
I walked into the ballroom.
Every conversation stopped.
