EpilogueHailee fussed with her hair in the mirror. It wasn’t coming out right. Her mane was too red, and the humidity last weekend of August had made almost all of her natural straightness become a frizzy mass. She combed one of her brushes through it, tried to tame it a little more, but soon gave up.
“What’s going on?” Kit asked, peering into the open bathroom that they’d both began to share. She made a face when she noticed the high volume of Hailee’s hair.
“I know. This is awful.”
“It’s fine. Once you put on that dress, no one will care.” Kit strode into the bathroom behind her and placed a hand on her bare hips. She gave her a maniacal grin in the mirror. “At least, I won’t care. And all the other judges well, they can stop being judges for one minute.”
“Hardly.” Hailee laughed, bu
