ded I needed a "makeover." It

. It's depressing to have her arou

re women whispered about their latest European acquisitio

ir, a knot of dr

list, making suggestions, her vo

ve it some life?" she said, picking up a bottle

I could protest, Tiffany was slatheri

burn almost

n his preferred companion, had decided my naturally curly hair was "untidy." She'd ins

out. Julian had found it amusing. "A bit of an overr

ed. "It stings," I managed

scrolling on his phon

ffany's just trying to he

dam, that's a professional-grade relaxer for v

ce. "Oh, dear! Was it t

sive hand. "It's fine

e to me next, a strange, soft murmur. "See

fire on my scalp, that I flinched away wh

was instincti