If He Only Knew...
The Chic salon was still decorated in its signature rose color, each workstation large and private. An abundance of fresh flowers graced the lobby and lounge where juice, Evian and wine were served to the prominent and wealthy clients while they donned silk robes and waited for their grooming services. Not a thing had changed in a year. Only Sara.
“Girl, I don’t know what that guy did to you.” Sara lifted her horrified gaze to her hairdresser’s reflection in the mirror. How could Chloe possibly know about Cody? No one knew. Except Sara’s sister. And the ladies from Eve’s Apple, the Web site where women went to vent or ask advice about men, anonymously if they chose.
“I could’ve given you a better cut with my eyes closed.”
Sara relaxed. As much as she could. Her nerves were shot from lack of sleep. She’d only been back in Atlanta for a month, but with all the family obligations it seemed like a year.
“I can’t believe you’ve been walking around like this.You should’ve come to see me as soon as you got back.” Chloe’s hair was red this month, her green eyes rimmed with too ... read full excerpt from: If He Only Knew... ebook
