Emerging from the bathroom with a towel around her neck, Anna resisted the urge to touch her hair. The bright blue dye was still sinking in. She would have to let it sit for about half an hour. “There,” she said with a curt nod. “All done.”
Melissa was in the hallway, leaning against the wall and smiling that gorgeous smile of hers. “It’s gonna be super cute!” she declared. “Jack’s gonna love it!”
“I hope so.”
“I know he will.”
Lifting her forearm, Anna checked the time on her multi-tool, a frown compressing her mouth. “Okay,” she said, striding into the living room. “We have to pick up the dress from the fabrication centre this afternoon. Jack should be home around dinner time. So, I want to get it tucked away before he gets here.”
She found her mother sitting on the white couch. The
