TWENTY-TWO
“Jesus, Sophie, I could’ve been married by now the way this is taking so long,” I groan, leaning my head back, waiting for her to finish moving my hair this way and that, the waves finally following her orders after she’s done styling them for me.
“Let me finish. God, you’re so impatient, just let me do—yeah, okay, okay, that looks awesome. Just sit there for five minutes while I do a quick outline and take some pictures for reference.”
“All right, all right. How do you want me to sit?”
“Just be casual, and when you look at me, I want you to think of Beckett. Ah, s**t, yeah, yeah.” Sophie walks around me, flashing her phone in my face with a little extension thingy on the camera, making me laugh. “You sure you’re okay with me showing this off in my portfolio?”
“Yeah, of cou
