Juniper POV
The salon owner was a mature-aged woman with a blonde bob, thick eyebrows, and lips that looked like they had been drowned in collagen.
"Welcome," she trilled. "My name is Sandra, and I'll be happy to personally take care of all of you, including your sweet little puppy," she beamed.
Reaper wagged his tail.
Liana rolled her eyes and pushed past me.
"I have a real emergency," she cried to Sandra, pulling off her cap and showing her pink hair. "This needs to come out!" she pointed frantically.
"Roseann," Sandra motioned to a sweet-looking brunette, "take our guest and start on her hair. As for you, miss," she looked expectantly at me, "Malakai has already requested that we pamper you."
I held up Reaper.
"Don't forget about him. Can we wash and blow-dry him?"
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