The following morning, I wake up early and head to the salon to meet Camila and Tamara. We’re getting our hair done together.
“Lilah, over here,” someone says as soon as I step inside. I look and see Tamara across the room. A hairdresser is already working on her hair.
“Hey, how are you?” I bend down to her level and place a kiss on her cheek.
“I’m good, you?”
“Good, too. Where is Camila? She left the house before me, so she should be here.” I take the seat beside Tamara.
“She went to get something from my car.”
“Oh, alright,” I say before asking the hairdresser attending to Tamara’s hair to get someone to begin mine. I take one of the complimentary water bottles and have a sip.
As I’m drinking, Tamara looks over at me. “How was the party last night? Did you enjoy yourself?” she as
