“Why? Have some of your friends dyed their hair?”
“Nope. I still want to do it.”
I sigh and shake my head. It’s exactly as if I’m listening to my sister. “How about a new haircut? I can take you next week. We could do our nails too.”
Rosa’s gaze snaps to me, her eyes wide. “Really?”
“Sure.” I nod. “I’ll call my stylist and tell her to book another spot. Do you have a specific hairstyle in mind?”
Rosa fidgets in her chair, then shrugs. “I want it short,” she says, then looks up at me. “Do you think Dad would let me?”
“If you explain that you’d really like to have it short, of course he would.”
There’s a sound of footsteps approaching, and Luca rounds the corner, coming into the dining room.
“Dad!” Rosa jumps in her chair, “Can I cut my hair short? Isa said she’ll take me with her. C
