Chapter 2
The next morning, Dayla hits the snooze button one too many times before realizing she has to get out of bed now. She skips breakfast, skips the shower, skips her usual thirty-minute hair and makeup routine, and hurries out the door still smoothing the wrinkles out of her skirt.
As she drives to the salon, she takes advantage of the stop lights to apply her makeup. She manages to get half her face done by the time she pulls into the small public parking lot down the block from Blossom. There she finishes the job, drawing hasty lines across her eyelids and staring wide into the rearview mirror as her mascara dries. The clock on the dash says it’s 8:01, but will anyone really get all bent out of shape because she’s a minute late? Make that five, she thinks, getting out of the car
