I chuckled. “Well, I’m glad you don’t hate me. Thank you for doing this.”
“Of course, sweetie. It’s my job.” He started packing his supplies back into his toolbelt. “Do you know what you’re going to wear for the interview?”
“I was thinking pants and a nice shirt.” I glanced up at him, testing his reaction. Somehow in the last hour he’d become my fashion guru.
Jesse gripped the hairspray tightly in his hand. “A nice shirt?”
“I brought my nicest flannel button down.” Saying that out loud sounded worse than it did in my head.
He slid the hairspray into his toolbelt with a frustrated hiss. “Let’s go.”
“Where?” I cried out as he yanked on my arm. A few of the stylists jumped at my outburst.
Jesse paid them no attention as he started clapping, going full drill sergeant on my ass. “Hurry u
