19 Chapter 19

The salon was just as terrible as she remembered. No, it was worse. At some point over the past week, someone had helpfully decided that the new colors for the season were pale pink and gold, and the whole thing had a kind of frosted Versailles feel. It made Jo’s teeth hurt. “Is it me, or are you starting tofeel like a pastry?” she whispered to the others.

Their consultant, who turned out to be the same woman from last time, swept in to escort them to the viewing room. Isabelle and Sarah already waited there, sipping tea from delicate pink and gold cups. “It’s about time the two of you got here.” Sarah scowled at them with bloodshot eyes. “I don’t knowhow it’s possible for you to take five times as long to get from the same place to the same place.”