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Bridal Salon Won’t Return Woman’s Deposit So She Takes Out The Scissors

Fen’s wedding was just around the corner, and she was at the bridal salon for her second fitting. A woman whipping out her scissors would turn a peaceful event into a chaotic one. 

Fen had anticipated a lovely day but stood in shock as she watched it unfold. She had never expected this.

It was the 9th of January when Fen was scheduled to go in for her second fitting at one of the most well-known bridal salons in Chongqing, southwest China.

Her fitting was supposed to take an hour at best, but the events that were to unfold had her hidden behind one of the staff members way past an hour.

From the moment Fen walked in, one of the staff members escorted her to her stylist. While being led to the dressing rooms, she passed a woman that seemed to be having a heated conversation with the woman standing behind the salon’s main counter.

Unaware of what was going down, Fen took one last look at the woman that turned to meet eyes, giving her a challenging glare.  

Feeling the tension in the air, Fen took her dress from the stylist and headed straight into the dressing room. Being the curious person she is, she couldn’t help but eavesdrop on the conversation the stylist was having with the staff.

While listening in, she heard something she shouldn’t have that made her drop her dress mid getting dressed.

Fen walked out of the room with her soon-to-be wedding dress. Being showered by compliments, Fen could barely make out her thank yous as she kept replaying what the staff member said in her head. 

“This isn’t the first time she comes demanding something unreasonable, but this time something is very off with her. We are trying not to alert anyone.” Her last sentence made the hair on the back of her neck stand.

“We have the police on speed dial in case she does anything.” This exact sentence rang in Fen’s head. As Fen’s stylist started taking measurements for further improvements of the dress, another woman getting her dress fitted chimed in on the conversation.

The details that the woman spilled about the situation made Fen’s head spin.

The woman explained that it all started four months after booking wedding arrangements. The bride asked to have the arrangements postponed. Three months later, she wanted to call them off and get her down payment back. 

The shop refused and offered arrangements for a child’s 100th-day celebration, as the woman was allegedly expecting a baby. Just when things seemed to calm down, chaos broke loose in the salon. 

Fen tried to go back to focusing on her fitting when both the stylist and staff member dropped their kits and ran in the opposite direction. Fen froze, unable to process what was happening.

Fen then gathered all her courage, turning in the direction of the commotion. Hoping for the best. Expecting the worst. 

Turning around with trembling knees, Fen caught sight of the woman. She did not want to listen to reason. She has lost all sense of rationality. The staff was a mess trying not to aggravate the woman, for there was no protocol for such situations.

With no warning, the woman pulled out a sharp object. Not knowing how it could end, Fen sprung back by instinct, hiding behind one of the staff members.

Fen silently watched as the woman made her way towards the dress’s aisle. One by one, she started cutting up dresses. Fen grabbed onto her dress guarding it with all her might. 

It was a nightmare, every single dress in these aisles could have been a woman’s dream dress. It could be someone’s wedding dress. One of the staff members then mustered up the courage to stand up to the dress terrorizer. 

“Think clearly! These dresses cost several thousands of yuan” one of the staff members tried to reason with the woman as someone filmed the scene. The woman snapped back “Thousands? Even if it’s several ten-thousands, that’s fine!”

As she finished cutting all the dresses in one rack the woman inched closer and closer to where Fen hid.

Right on time, the sound of police sirens sounded. Fen was never so happy to hear the sound of police sirens in her life. In a swift, the police got in and escorted the woman out of the salon preventing any further damage.

The salon was left in pieces, but that wasn’t the end.

After being escorted to the station, the woman was detained. The police then reported the number of ruined dresses to be 32 in total. The total cost of the destroyed dresses rounded up to 70,000 yuan, equivalent to $11,000!

The shop owner did not stay silent, for she took it upon herself to speak to the media on the events that spiraled after.  

According to the shop owner, the woman that created the mess was the bride’s mother. The bride’s husband took it upon himself to offer the store over 60,000 yuan, which is equivalent to $9420. Regardless, he has not paid a penny yet.

The incident grabbed people’s attention and everyone had something to say. 

A video was leaked to the public showing the woman destroying the dresses. Not long after, the same video was being broadcasted on several news channels reporting on the incident. 

Everyone shared their comments on the absurdity of the events that broke down, resulting in the story making headlines. Nobody knew that a similar incident was about to occur across the world. 

Across many miles from the town where the dress incident occurred, a young bride was getting ready to enjoy the best day of her life. 

Amy had waited months for her magical day, counting every second as she and her wedding team got everything ready. She had no clue what a harrowing event would prelude the big ceremony.

Like many brides worldwide, Amy had done everything possible to ensure her wedding would be one for the books. She’d saved no expenses in bringing the wedding of her dreams to life. 

A fairytale-inspired ceremony in the heart of winter, the event was supposed to be full of all kinds of fae. Amy had planned everything, from what everyone would wear, to their hairstyles and seating arrangements. But what would occur in her dressing room would result in chaos she’d never experienced.

Like many girls across the globe, Amy had always had the idea of a perfect wedding. A successful businesswoman who’d find her soulmate in her fiance, Mark, Amy wanted to give life to her wedding fantasy. 

She contacted some of the best event organizers she could get her hands on, bringing in wedding experts from all over her city. One of them would give rise to the most harrowing incident a bride could dream of on her big day. 

Unlike Fen’s incident, which centered on other people’s wedding dresses, Amy’s was far more personal. Her scary event would deal with fire and hair. And not just any person’s hair, but her own. 

Seeing that her wedding theme was fae-inspired, Amy had chosen to be an elven ice queen. She’d picked a complicated hairstyle that only one stylist in the city could bring to life. Amy had no idea what was waiting for her. 

The hairstyle included hundreds upon hundreds of delicate braids that weaved into each other, creating one of the most breathtaking crowns on any person’s head. 

It included several steps to achieve, seeing that parts of the hair needed dyeing while others were to be beautified with pearls among other jewels. This was supposed to be the star of Amy’s wedding get-up. It would be, although for a different reason.

After months of planning and postponing, the big day was finally here. After a fun night with her friends and family, Amy woke up ready to take her fiance’s surname!

Her best friends, sisters, cousins, aunts, and mom came to help her prepare. The sun had just risen, welcoming one of the most important days in Amy’s life. But each counting second brought the nightmarish incident closer. 

Amy rushed out for a quick breakfast alongside the women in her family. Afterward, she walked with her and her fiance’s grandmas, listening to their advice on building a good marriage.

Thanking them, she hurried back to her villa for a bath and the long preparations to follow. Nothing could have prepared her for what would happen next. 

The morning began beautifully for Amy and her bridal party. They double-checked the wedding venue, the food being prepared at the reception, and their dresses.

After a relaxing bath, Amy got ready for her hair and makeup. She couldn’t wait to see how her stylist would turn her dream into reality. But she would be left with a head full of fire and a panicking bridal party trying to salvage the situation. 

Like any bride on her big day, Amy was the star of the show. She had her private room where her stylists would tend to her. 

Her makeup artist came in with her makeup bag, and her hairstylist soon followed. They were keen on turning Amy into the elven princess she wanted to be on that day. Without wasting any time, they got to work. 

The first portion of the hair and makeup process was stellar. Amy enjoyed a glass of orange juice as her team worked on her. With each second, she could see her dream take shape in the mirror. 

Soon, the makeup artist was done, leaving only a few touches she’d add after the hairstylist was done with her part. If only Amy knew what the stylist had in mind. 

An hour into the session, Amy’s maid of honor hurried into the room, asking to speak to Amy alone. A look of worry occupied her face as she asked the two dressers to vacate the room briefly. 

She spent a few agonizing minutes catching her breath, making Amy’s anxiety and worry surge to the fore. Was everything all right? 

“Is everything okay?” Amy asked, trying her best to keep her composure. The day had started so well that she didn’t know what she’d do if anything went wrong. 

Her maid of honor bit her lip, avoiding eye contact before sharing something that would have Amy jumping out of her seat. 

“One of the other stylists say your hairdresser was Mark’s ex-girlfriend,” the maid of honor said. “What?” Amy croaked, rising to her feet so fast that her hair came out of its bun. 

Her fiance had talked about dating a hair stylist in the past, but Amy never bothered to know who she was. What were the odds that she was the same woman fixing her hair on her wedding day?

Amy was about to storm out of her room when her mom, accompanied by Mark’s mom, walked in. They asked why she wasn’t ready yet, stating that they still had a lot of things to tend to before the ceremony started. 

They called the hairstylist back in, asking her to finish up. Nodding at the two women, the hairstylist returned to what she was doing earlier. But as she finished, she lit a lighter from her bag, shoving it into Amy’s hair. 

Amy froze before screaming. Her hair was on fire. The heat lapped across her face and around her neck, but before she could rush out of the room, the fire simultaneously died.

Her bridal party flocked the room, finding her shaking in her seat. But her hair wasn’t ruined. It was the most beautiful thing Amy had ever seen. She stared at the mirror, not understanding what had just happened. The stylist only smiled, wishing her the best in her marriage. Disclaimer: To protect the privacy of those depicted, some names, locations, and identifying characteristics have been changed and are products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblances to actual events, places, or persons, living or dead, are entirely coincidental.


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