Emily’s Diary – Entry 10
Whatever little common sense I had left is officially gone. Not that there was much of it to begin with, considering how exhausted I’ve been lately. So earlier, I went down to the shop.
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The Salon – Part 5
Rosita stepped into the salon with flushed cheeks and an eager smile. Her glittering eyes swept hungrily across the room.
Emily’s Diary – Entry 9
I had a nightmare. About Grumpy. He just stood there, staring at me with those cold blue eyes, his brow drawn tight. It scared the hell out of me. I even woke up sweating.
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.
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.