“What took you so long to call?” she asks, looking at my face in her mirror. “I don’t know. I just haven’t been properly focused on my appearance.” This conversation would be ridiculous anywhere but in here.“Well, you’re here now. What are we doing with this color?”I scrutinize my hair and have no idea. I should have looked at some magazines before I came.“Whatever you want, Nadine. You’re the expert.”She beams, giddy with the freedom, and says something that sounds like, “Serena, can you mix me up some PN-thirty-two, a little XJ-seventy, and some forty-seven for around her face?” Serena hurries off to concoct whatever it is Nadine just requested. “What about your feet?”I slide them out of my UGGs and Nadine’s eyes widen to the point of popping. “Jocelyn, bring over the soaking tub, please. Jesus, Charlotte, have you been under some kind of a rock?”“Yes,” I say, shaking my head and silently promising to make some serious changes.Nadine works diligently, sectioning my hair and painting it with alternating colors.
