“Emily, really,” Cassandra said, shocked by her usually prim and proper sister.
Emily smiled. “You sounded just like Mom when you said that.”
“I know.”
They laughed.
“Your eyes are looking better.” Emily took the damp rag off Cassandra’s forehead. “Now let’s get busy. By the time I’m finished, Troy will take one look at you and either fall to his knees or run to the nearest exit.”
For a moment, Cassandra had forgotten about the party. “Why are you doing this?”
“Because we’re sisters and it’s about time we started acting like it. I expect repairing the damage I’ve done will take time, years even, but I’m patient.” Emily picked up the straightener. “Ready to do something with your hair?”
Cassandra would need time. How long? She had no idea, but hair was a good first step. “Sure. Work
