The Salon – Part 12
Nico stepped into the still-empty salon wearing a satisfied smile. He eagerly rummaged through the black woven basket hanging from his arm, packed with decorative odds and ends.
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Nico stepped into the still-empty salon wearing a satisfied smile. He eagerly rummaged through the black woven basket hanging from his arm, packed with decorative odds and ends.
Just thinking about having to meet the yacht dealer made me nauseous. I was more nervous than I used to be before some brutal oral exam back in the day.
Dolores sat on the salon couch, wringing her hands. Mia watched the computer screen while her fingers clicked lightly over the keyboard. Lara painted indigo-blue polish onto the nails of a college girl studying for exams.
I waited until midnight on Sunday for Ryan to call—or at least send a message—and it took a ridiculous amount of self-control not to text him something as simple as goodnight. I’m proud of myself for holding out.
"Hello? Anybody here?"
Nico checked the time. Lara and Mia were both supposed to be out in the salon. He didn't move.
I never thought calling someone could be this hard. Especially someone you really, really want to talk to. Typing in the number was easy enough. Then I just froze.
"Can I help you?" Lara asked the stern-looking woman in the outdated skirt suit as she walked into the salon.
Thessa called Tuesday morning to check how I was doing. Her sickly sweet voice sent chills crawling up and down my spine. I know Thessa.
Gael eagerly swung the door wide open for Dolores. The elderly woman smiled and gave him a polite nod.
Of course I didn’t take Adele’s advice and go into the office. I didn’t come clean, and I didn’t ask for help.