KAYLEE
My cheeks hurt something awful. But that was what happened when you faked a smile for so many hours, all in the name of excellent customer service. Not that the people who walked into the jewelry store for their last-minute Valentine’s Day purchases cared about my smile.
Thankfully, I was now on a break and as I made my way to the bathrooms, I finally let my face portray my emotions, which were darker than the sky on a stormy night.
In the bathroom, I went straight for the sink and splashed my face with cold water, not caring about the blood-red lipstick Peggy had insisted I wear to match the red dress our boss had acquired for this very day.
Everything had to be red for love on Valentine. I hated it. Looking down at the dress, which wasn’t really half as bad as I was trying t
