Elle was already exhausted from working on Christmas Eve because all of the fast food junkies were coming in to get their fix while doing last minute shopping. She didn't think she had any energy left in her but she had to trudge over to Cherry's apartment in a completely different part of town.
Or so she thought. She felt sorry for Elle and ended up sending her husband to pick her up from work while she finished up styling someone else for a party earlier in the evening. Scott Harkin was a saint.
"Thank you so much. I'm sorry if I accidentally make your car smell like grease."
"It's fine, I can get it cleaned if necessary. Why are you doing this though? Don't you have anything better to be doing on Christmas Eve?" he asked.
Elle sighed. "Nope. My stepfamily has a party tonight and I wouldn't be celebrating with them even if they didn't. It's just me and my cat. $5,000 goes a long way when you're poor."
