The Day Before My Sister’s Wedding… I Woke Up Bald. I thought it was a nightmare — until my hand touched my scalp. Smooth. Bare. Cold. In the mirror, a jagged buzz cut stared back. Clumps of my hair still clung to my pajama collar. From the doorway, my mother’s voice sliced through the silence: “Justice. You always wanted the spotlight. Not this time.” Tomorrow was my sister Natalie’s wedding. A thousand photos. Dozens of guests. She’d cried when I got a new haircut two weeks ago. Now… I knew wh