Chapter 3
When Dayla’s shift is over, she hurries home to freshen up before she has to meet Ms. Meredith. In front of the mirror in her bathroom, she grimaces at her reflection—the cute updo she wore earlier in the day has fallen into a messy bun, and there isn’t really time to fix it properly. So she grabs a handful of contour clips in a shock of colors and pins up every dangling tress she can find.
When she studies her appearance, she can’t help but cringe. Thank God this isn’t an interview for a hairstylist position. Jesus, I look as bad as a teenager heading to the mall to hang out. Do kids even still do that nowadays?
At twenty-eight, Dayla’s far enough removed from high school to be able to look back and laugh at what had passed for fashion then. For a moment she considers pulling
