Chapter Twenty-Nine
Quinn had begged for Sean’s help getting ready for her grandmother’s birthday party. “Come on, Sean. You know I can’t do my eyebrows and hair,” Quinn begged. “Please? Pretty please with brown sugar and sunshine on top?”
“Honey, the only brown sugar in here is me. I will do your hair, but only if you let me pick out a dress for you. I don’t want to waste all of my amazing talent just for you to drag out that yesterday’s news dress you always wear.”
“It’s an expensive black dress. My mother gave it to me,” Quinn protested.
“You do this on my terms or no Diva Shawna Makeover in your future.”
“Fine,” Quinn said, relenting.
Now she sat perched in her living room on a chair with her hair in large rollers. Sean gave her eyebrows a critical look. “I showed you how to shap
