The afternoon on the day of the Homecoming dance, I’m rudely awakened from my nap by banging on my door. Mia had also been napping. She stirs in her bed before opening her mouth and letting out a retched cry. I sweep her into my arms and stagger over to the door. I wrench it open and see a man in front of me.
He has silver hair and electric purple eyeliner on. His skin is nearly flawless save for one dimple in his cheek. His clothing is all sorts of electric colors that match his eyeliner. He looks at me like I’m covered in mud.
“Oh dear,” he says to himself. “We have our work cut out for us, don’t we?”
“Can I help you?” I snap. Mia wails.
The man extends a hand. “Gabriel,” he drawls. “Hair Car Extraordinare. Beau sent me.”
I furrow my brows. “Beau.”
The man laughs and pushes into th
