“UGH!” I scream and toss the curling wand on the bathroom counter. I know I’m a hairstylist, but believe me when I tell you that after doing everyone else’s hair for eight hours a day, doing my own holds no appeal. Especially when it’s not cooperating.
“What’s up?” Chevelle comes in and sits on the toilet seat. She puts her hands together in giddy excitement. “Just think back to your sixteen-year-old self. You’re going out with Blake Michaels.” She feigns passing out with the back of her hand on her forehead. True drama, but that’s kind of my stepsister’s style.
“I’m going out with Gavin Price.”
“Same thing.” She sits up straighter and watches me.
“Here, let me.” Mandi walks into the already small space and takes the curling wand from the counter. She’s a great big sister. Now that we’
