The Salon – Part 4
Niko nearly dropped the mixing bowl when he stepped out of the cramped back room and saw the young woman with burnt-orange hair and a light, floral dress.
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Emily’s Diary – Entry 8
By Thursday, I’d been running on autopilot all week. I get up at seven every morning, and that one hour I keep for myself is sacred.
The Salon – Part 3
Lara glanced at the rose-gold clock on the wall, frowning slightly.
“Wasn’t someone supposed to be here at nine? Or am I mixing things up?”
Emily’s Diary – Entry 7
Mark showed up at eight on Monday morning, as if he didn’t know I was running a three-person project on my own. I don’t even have to go into the office so I don’t waste time commuting — and still, at eight-oh-seven, he was knocking on my door.
The Salon – Part 2
By the time Dolores was still making her way down the stairs, Lara had already set out a cup of coffee and a tin of biscuits on the small table outside the salon.
“Coffee and ginger biscuits?” Dolores puffed as she approached. “Mia’s been overbooking Nico again, hasn’t she?”
Emily’s Diary – Entry 6
During the first week, the telecom company gave me a fairly manageable workload. For now, I’ve had ordinary, no-excuses workdays behind me — eight solid hours each day.
The Salon – Part 1
“Mia, seriously, I can’t believe you only left an hour between those two old ladies again,” Nico said as he walked into the salon without even saying hello. His thick eyebrows—much darker than his hair—were pulled into a frown.
Emily’s Diary – Entry 5
On Monday, a few minutes before ten, I was already waiting for Adam, trembling with anticipation. I’d deliberately left my hair slightly damp, hoping the wet strands would make him imagine me stepping out of the shower.
Emily’s Diary – Entry 4
On Tuesday, everyone showed up at the pool right on time. I was surprised, though I didn’t let it show. I didn’t want them thinking they were doing me a favor.
Emily’s Diary – Entry 3
Adele’s reaction to the couch was exactly what I expected.
“Pale lilac? Have you lost your mind?” she stared at my new piece of furniture in disbelief. “What were you thinking when you picked this color? That you’re about to make so much money you can afford to replace it every month anyway?”