It was May 16th 2009, and I was only twenty days away from being a blushing bride. I felt I had waited for my last hair cut and color for a lifetime, but it was finally here. Walking into my hairstylist’s salon, I immediately knew something was wrong. She beamed a “Hey Dee!” right before she messed a confused look on her face. No sooner was I greeted by the receptionist; “what’s the name?” After what seemed to be hours of searching for my name, she came up blank.
