“Your hair is so much darker now,” Cora said, putting her eyeliner down on the counter.
We were getting ready at my house. Ryan had left, going to dress at his place, and he’d texted not long afterward to say the guys were already drinking there.
“Yeah.” I pushed up some of the loose tendrils, patting them back into place. It wasn’t that much darker, but I had put more brunette coloring in it. There were still some blonde, but I didn’t want to look exactly like Willow tonight. I wanted to be me, and as I gazed in the mirror—I was me. I was Willow, but I was me too.
“And Ryan cut his hair short. I can’t believe he did that. He’s always had it where he could make it all messy.”
I didn’t smile; I heard the envy in her voice.
Cora was happy with Kirk, but she’d been harping on him to cut
