Every nice thing from her had barbed wire wrapped around it. But I grew up broke. I’d never had a real spa day.
The idea of professional hair and fresh nails before my wedding sounded amazing.
“You’re about to join our family,” she replied. “It’s important to present yourself well.”
That part stung, but I said yes.
The salon looked like something off Instagram. All white and gold, soft music, giant mirrors, people sipping cucumber water.
Elaine walked in ten minutes late in cream silk and pearls like she owned the place.
“Good, you’re here,” she said, air-kissing my cheek.
Her friend Marlene owned the salon.
Perfect red lipstick, sharp bob, eyes that scanned you like a price tag.
“Marlene, this is my future daughter-in-law,” Elaine said. “She needs a full transformation.”
I want to look like me at the wedding, just… nicer.”
Marlene smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “We’ll see what works, darling.”
She led me to a chair and turned it away from tContinue reading…
