Chapter Eleven
Allegra is allegrissimo today, dashing around the mall, scouring every shop for the perfect dress for my date tonight, sampling nail polish, and snapping up deals before other shoppers can get to them.
“Okay stop,” I say eventually. “I need a break. My hair appointment is in twenty minutes. Can we sit down until then?”
“You know you’ll be sitting the whole time you’re having your hair done, right?”
“Well, yes, but that doesn’t change the fact that my feet are sore now.”
Allegra sighs and mutters, “Amateur.” She links her arm through mine. “Fine, we can sit at the salon and look at magazines.”
“Great.”
I kept telling Allegra it was too expensive to colour my hair, but then she found a Groupon for a salon here at Cavendish, and we both decided my first date with Jackson
