chapter eleven

Two days later, Lila looked over at Remy’s sister and wondered if she’d ever been that young and enthusiastic.

“I think we should go with something a little bigger. You’ve got such amazing hair. It shouldn’t be in a bun all the time.” Seraphina Guidry was all of twenty-five years old and was brimming with enthusiasm for her new job.

“I was only looking for a trim,” Lila explained.

Seraphina had long blond hair. At least four hundred pounds of it, and it was teased into something that would make a showgirl jealous as hell. It was gorgeous on the lithe young woman but would look utterly ridiculous on her. There were people who could pull off teased hair. She was not one of them.

Sera frowned at her in the mirror. “You don’t need a trim. You need to let it grow out. It barely brushes your shoulders. I think you need to let it get about halfway down your back and then we can do the most gorgeous updos. I was first in my class in updos.”

“She recently did a wedding for a bride two towns over and all anyone could talk about was the bride’s hair.” Lisa gave her a thumbs-up.

She was not getting married, and big hair had no place in a medical clinic.

“I need a no-nonsense cut. I don’t spend a lot of time on my hair.” Most mornings she washed it, dried it, shoved it in a scrunchie. “I won’t need much. I color the grays once every six weeks or so. I promise I’ll be very low maintenance.”

“There’s no such thing,” Sera declared. “Not here. Beauty takes work, and you’re a beautiful woman. We need to find your style.”

“What if my style is scrubs and scrunchies?”

“It kind of is, most of the time,” Lisa interjected. “But when she goes out, I like to call her style modern stick up the ass.”

Lila rolled her eyes. “It’s understated elegance.”

“I like my version better,” Lisa quipped.

Sera giggled. “Don’t be silly. Let me grab the biggest barrel curling iron I can find and we’ll have so much fun. How do you feel about a total makeover?”

Terrified. Completely terrified.