There was no way she could start the workweek off with stray brow hairs. Not to mention she had The Fabulous Life of Beyoncé to shoot for VH1 on Monday.Guadalupe, her favorite Columbian aesthetician, waxed and tweezed her brows into the cleanest natural arch without fail, and she’d been doing so for the past ten years, back when the salon was over on Madison and Thirty-Third.“Okay, Langston, dear, come on back,” Guadalupe said a torturous hour and a half later. She’d skimmed through the July and August issues of Essence and studied the latest issues of Sister 2 Sister, Us Weekly, and In Touch, her direct and indirect competition. “So sorry for the delay, my dear.”“I’m the one who should apologize,” Lang said. “I got held up in Union Square and lost complete track of time.”“Are we doing your upper lip, too, dear?” Guadalupe asked.“If it needs to be done, sure, why not.”As Guadalupe spread the hot wax between her brows, it reminded Lang that she needed to schedule a Brazilian with Babbi at Bliss Soho.
