“Don’t hurt them too much.” I chortled and sat in Louise’s chair, placing my purse on top
of her stylist desk.
“What’s going on with you?” Louise asked.
“Nothing,” I responded.
“Arianna, I’ve seen your face plastered on all the blogs,” Louise replied.
The door chimed, and a group of three girls walked inside, laughing and whispering
together. Louise placed a cape around me, grabbed my hair to rebraid as I pulled my phone out of
my pocket to send a text.
“OMG! I can’t wait to get my hair done for my date with Kash,” some woman said,
sitting in the chair next to Louise’s booth.
“This party is going to be epic,” her friend replied.
“Big Top is going to have it VIP tight. Make sure our names are on the list,” the short red-
haired girl said.
“Already taken care of, Brittney.
