Rachel
“I still don’t understand why you want to be a hairstylist, dolly,” Cameron commented behind me.
I looked at him sitting comfortably on the sofa. “It looks like fun. I like the expression they gave after I arranged their hair.”
“You only arranged Kenzie’s and your mother’s hair.”
“For your information, I did Aunt Eva’s hair, too.”
“When?”
“Two days ago, for her wedding anniversary.”
“I see. Did she like it?”
“She loves it. She wants me to do her hair again next time.”
“Hm,” he hummed, looking bored. Well, Cameron was never good at listening to what people liked. And certainly, he wouldn’t like hearing what I loved. But he brought the conversation between us. Oh, well. “You developed that hobby from you playing with Barbie doll, didn’t you?” he commented.
“I did, and I must
