LYDIA
I remained frozen and motionless. Just staring into the deception of my reflection. It couldn't be. But no matter the lie I tried to tell myself, as my brain cells continued to diligently work, my reflection was all that stared back.
"Um...Miss Lydia?" The beautician coughed. I looked in her direction. She was by the door, holding it open for me. I felt a prick of guilt tear through me realizing I had been too carried away by my new improved self to make this woman's job easier. Numbly, I walked through and went out into the reception area.
Clara was there, sitting on a chair made available with his eyes glued to something that glittered in her hands.
"Mrs. Rose." The stylist was sure to call her attention.
Clara straightened her back and her gaze went my way as I continued to
