Chapter 7
Cassidy Bright blinked at her image in the mirror. Her hair now went just below the shoulders. She still had brown curls, but they were wavier and softer than her normal disaster. Not a single hair fell in her face.
This wasn’t good at all. She looked a little bit like her mother now. Her pulse sped up. Her mother had once been considered one of the prettiest women on the planet, and her modeling photographs kept food on the table when Cassidy had been young.
She couldn’t look like someone who never took responsibility seriously. Her skin felt jittery. She turned in the chair and stared at the blond, blue-eyed stylist. “Michael, make my hair as plain as you can before I go.”
His sigh exuded his disapproval, and he picked up pieces of her hair from the chair. “But this is the
