THE BELL above the salon door jingles as I exit behind Pax. The wind blows through my newly installed weave and I can't resist the urge to run my fingers through it.
"You really look gorgeous," Pax says, linking her arm in mine. Brown eyes sparkle as she adds. "Not that you didn't look gorgeous before."
I laugh loudly. "Thanks."
"Seriously though, Harriet. Don't take this the wrong way but, you always used to look so… miserable."
"I was miserable. I thought barking at people would help me hide it." She smirks. "Is that why you were so mean to me when we first met?"
"Girl, I was mean to you because you're a gorgeous heiress. My own issues had nothing to do with it. I would have snapped at you regardless."
Pax throws her head back and laughs. "You're right. You're a little too blunt to be dishonest."
"Let's go back to the part where you were complimenting me." I throw my hair over my shoulder just because I can.
