“It looks perfect on you,” Cara told her.
Star turned sideways and glanced back at her reflection in the three-quarter mirror. The jeweled hair cuff held her mane up off her neck, to fall in one cascading length down her back. The one Cara had chosen had black stones in it, which twinkled under the incandescent lights of the store.
The woman was right, Star had to admit. Not only did the cuff match her hair color, but it took care of helping maintain the bulky thickness that sometimes got in the way when she was working.
As if she could read Star’s mind, the woman added, “How do you think it would look when you’re in uniform?”
“I was just thinking about that,” Star said. “I like it. And I think it’ll look good with my uniform. Maybe it’s time for a little updating on the old StarLi
